HEARTLESS

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Tired of niggas stealing my style, can I get it back?
Don't wanna get up on your track, if you ain't stating facts
Plus my nigga signed a deal, don't know how to feel
All these diamonds on my neck, still ain't got no chill
[?] caught a body now he heartless
I told him that the world will make him this regardless
He was my nigga till I turned into a target
And we selling [?]

[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
He stay on something, he a sucker, better dump something
I tried to tell ya, we them niggas had your bro running
I don't condone thugging, but if you thugging hope you [?]
And watch who you trusting, cause they might tell if you know something
My niggas been hustlin' hit the corner tryna spend somеthing
All the times niggas got head up, still ain't did nothing
[?]
Thеm niggas been ducking, them niggas been hiding and been runnin'
Me and YB on a mission, tryna run it up
Since we was youngings it ain't nothing we can [?] up
Fast forward we walking down their block, tryna hit something up
Since 17 we been up, just to sum it up
[?] we keep it to it and we gon bust a move
We hit him too, hit them too, just for fucking with you
Got on this mic and couldn't lie, had to tell the truth
So all I do is state facts when I'm in the booth

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Tired of niggas stealing my style, can I get it back?
Don't wanna get up on your track, if you ain't stating facts
Plus my nigga signed a deal, don't know how to feel
All these diamonds on my neck, still ain't got no chill
[?] caught a body now he heartless
I told him the world will make him this regardless
He was my nigga till I turned into a target
And we selling [?]

[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
All these diamonds on my neck, I'm a target, nigga
You can be a fucking target if you started, nigga
Murder shots on bargain, nigga
Pussy nigga hating on us cause he starving
My lil homie caught a body and he stayed silent
I wouldn't even own a body that was laid by me
Niggas falling for these hoes, man, they living sloppy
Niggas tryna block my goals, man, they playing hockey
I guess I blind 'em with another [?]
I've been high since Yung Joc, bitch, so I'm another high
Lucky charm, I got another pot
Bring that bullshit roun' here, nigga gon catch another spot
South [?] they let them cutters out
Track [?] we want our cousin out
Pockets bussin out, bussin out
I'm staying fat
I ain't getting on your track, cause you ain't built like that

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Tired of niggas stealing my style, can I get it back?
Don't wanna get up on your track, if you ain't stating facts
Plus my nigga signed a deal, don't know how to feel
All these diamonds on my neck, still ain't got no chill
[?] caught a body now he heartless
I told him the world will make him this regardless
He was my nigga till I turned into a target
And we selling [?]