Chords for 21 Savage & Metro Boomin - No Heart (Official Music Video)

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[Am] Yung Savage why you trapping so hard?
Huh?
Why these niggas capping so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pulling all these rappers cards?
Goodie niggas be pussying in the park.
Turning fucking soft into some hard.
I grew up in the streets without no heart I'm praying to my glock and my card
I sit back and read like head in a hat 21 Savage, the cat with the mat
21 Savage, not boys in the hood But I pull up on ya, shoot yo ass in the back
Steward little hurty, needin' some racks Pocket full of cheese, bitch, I got racks
I'm a real street nigga, bitch I am not one of these niggas bangin' on wax
Pussy niggas love stinkin' this Until I pull up on em, slap em out with the
fat Watch em on my house, watch em from my house
Keep shootin' it til somebody die So many shots, I never looked at the calendar
Thought it was 4th of July You was with your friends playin' Nintendo
I was playin' round with that 5th 7th grade I got caught with a pistol
Send me to Pantherville 8th grade started playin' football
Then I was like, fuck the field 9th grade I was knockin' niggas out
Nigga like, holy shit Fast forward nigga, 2016
And I'm screamin', fuck her, dear Bad bitch with me, she so thick
I don't even need a pill I listened to your rap, thought you was hard
You ain't even speak for real Niggas love sneak missin' on Twitter
They don't wanna be for real And all these niggas play like they tough
Til a nigga get killed, til a nigga get spilled Til your blood get spilled
I'm an etch-a-paper rapper Shoot em like a giant deer
I been with you since day one Savage, I ain't even hate
So what's up with all that Instagram shit?
Savage, I'm still playin'
Y'all pussy niggas fake Bitch, I hang around them Haitians
Pull up on you, tie your kids up Pistol whip you while your bitch naked
Come on man, Savage, you know I always play your bitch, tell you
Yeah, nigga, fuck out that ass, your bitch have my dick taste
Young Savage, why you trap it so hard?
Why do you niggas cap it so hard?
Why you got a 12-car garage?
Why you pullin' out your rapper's car?
Cutty nigga, pussy in the car
I turn that fuckin' softwood to the hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I'm prayin' to my Glock and my car
So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, nigga, my crack sell
My brother in the kitchen and he rappin' the bell
Louis V, my bag, and Louis V on my belt
Chain swingin', diamonds blinkin' Hold up, pistol swingin', gang bangin'
Hold up, niggas actin' like groupies, they don't know it
Little do they know that bitch is fuckin' on the tour bus
Young Savage, why you trap it so hard?
Why do you niggas cap it so hard?
Why you got a 12-car garage?
Why you pullin' out your rapper's car?
Cutty nigga, pussy in the car
I turn that fuckin' softwood to the hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I grew up in the streets without no heart
So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, nigga, my crack sell
My brother in the kitchen and he rappin' the bell
Louis V, my bag, and Louis V on my belt
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