hunnet round readyy – no heart lyrics
(chorus)
d-mn hunnet why they actin so hard ?
why you keep that strap outside ya draws ?
why you keep it kosher , never talk…
why this n-gg- beefin bout a broad…
cause that n-gg- p-ssy and im not…
she was just a nut , ion want that thot…
heard he lookin fa me , keep my glock…
try me if ya wanna shake the spot…
(verse)
i sit back & laugh , while countin a check…
hunnet round readyy , foul out wit the tech…
hunnet round readyy , not jason or freddy , ion get my hands dirty just send out a text…
master splinter , all you n-gg-s some rats , pockets bulgin , thats the print of my stack…
ima real street piru n-gg- , i am not one of these n-gg-s bangin in chats…
f-ck n-gg-s love talkin sh-t , til they see me out & become a mute…
dont believe the hype , she a f-ckin thot & i f-cked that b-tch thats the f-ckin truth…
not one times , not two times , like 3 times i was diggin in ha gut…
hittin ha from the back while you text ha , thats one b-tch you should never trust…
12th grade i got caught wit a weapon , sent me ta juvenile…
11th grade on a 1 year suspension , in the streets goin wild…
10th grade had ta rob me a n-gg- , i never went ta trials…
n-gg- didn’t wanna press charges on me , so they just kicked me out…
bad b-tch wit me she ain’t even mine , she my lul secret b-tch…
saw ya on campus thought you was a shooter , yeen even wit the sh-t…
main b-tch pillow talked ta me , but i do not kiss and tell…
all that gangsta sh-t you comin wit , b-tch i know were tf ya live…
ima watch the clip peel , ima see ya blood spill…
ima tell ya lul homie , die witcha if he real…
“d-mn hunnet ain’t no pressure on nun , p i was just sayin”…
so whats up wit all that murkin me sh-t
“hunnet i was just playin”…
yall p-ssy n-gg-s actin , ima pull up get ta clappin…
ima real blood n-gg- , ima show ya west brackin…
“ian on nunna that f-ck sh-t p , you know i f-ck witcha music”…
shut the f-ck up , funny -ss n-gg- , even thoo you sound amusin…
(chorus)
(verse)
so many shots had ta reload the clip…
they say money talk , these n-gg-s quiet as h-ll…
my father down the road they caught my og wit meth…
sendin shots straight from the tech ion give af bout the ref…
stick hangin , gang bangin , hold up…
rather be , rich than famous , pay up…
n-gg- comin too gangsta , heon know me…
little did he know his b-tch been f-ckin on that back seat…
(chorus)
(outro)
so many shots had ta reload the clip…
they say money talk , these n-gg-s quiet as h-ll…
my father down the road they caught my og wit meth…
sendin shots straight from the tech ion give af bout the ref…
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