No Heart Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Am][Gm]

[Verse 1]
[Gm](Southside, [Dm]Southside on the, Southside [Gm]on the,
hey)
(Metro Boomin want some more,
[Am]nigga)

[Verse 2]
Young Savage, why [Am]you trappin'
so hard, huh?
Why these niggas cappin' so hard, huh?
Why you got a twelve car garage, huh?
Why you pullin' all
these rappers cards?
'Cause these niggas pussy
[Dm]an d I'm h[Am]ard
I turn that fuckin' soft into [Dm]some [Am]hard
I grew up in the streets
without [Dm]no h[Am]eart
I'm prayin' to [Dm]my Glock and my carbon

[Verse 3]
I [Am]sit back and read like
Cat in the Hat
21 Savage, the cat with the MAC
21 Savage, not Boyz N The Hood
But I'll pull up on you, shoot
your ass in the back
Stuart Little,
heard these niggas some rats
Pockets 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 sneak dissin' 'til I pull
up on 'em, slap 'em out with the fire
Wet your mama's house,
wet your grandma's house
Keep shootin' until somebody die
So many shots the neighbor
looked at the calendar
Thought it was Fourth of July
You was with your friends
playin' Nintendo
I was playin' 'round with that fire
Seventh grade, I got caught with a pistol,
[Dm]sent me to Panther[Am]ville
Eighth grade, started playin' football
[Dm]Then I was like fuck the field
[Am]Ninth grade, I was knockin' niggas out
[Dm]Nigga like Holy[Am]field
Fast forward, [Dm]nigga, 2016
And I'm screaming fuck a deal
[Am]Bad bitch with me, she so thick,
[Dm]I don't even need a pill
[Am]I listen to your raps,
thought you was [Dm]hard
You ain't even street for real
[Am]Nig gas love sneak dissin' on Twitter
They [Dm]don't want [Am]beef for real
And all these niggas play
like [Dm]they tough
'Til a nig[Am]ga get killed
'Til a nigga get spilled,
'til your blood get spilled
I'ma at your favorite rapper,
shoot him like I'm John Dill'
"I been with you since day one, Savage,
I ain't even hatin'"
So what's up with all that
Instagram shit?
"Savage, I was just playin'"
Y'all pussy niggas fak[Dm]in', [Am]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 mixtape"
Yeah, nigga, fuck all that,
ask your bitch how my dick [Dm]tastes[Am]

[Verse 4]
Young Savage, why you trap[Dm]pin' so hard,
[Am]huh?
Why these niggas cap[Dm]pin' so hard,
[Am]huh?
Why you got [Dm]a twelve car garage,
[Am]huh?
Why [Dm]you pullin' all these
rappers [Am]cards?
'Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard
I turn that fuckin' soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I'm prayin' to my Glock and my carbon

[Verse 5]
[Am]So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, nigga,
my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and
he wrappin' a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
Chain swangin', diamonds
blangin', hold up
Pistol swangin', gang bangin',
hold up
Niggas actin' like groupies,
they don't know us
Little do they know,
they bitches fuckin' on the tour bus

[Verse 6]
Young Savage, why [Am]you trappin' [Dm]so hard,
[Am]huh?
Why these niggas cap[Dm]pin'
[Am]so hard, huh?
Why you got a twelve [Dm]car garage,
[Am]huh?
Why you pullin' [Dm]all these rappers
[Am]cards?
'Cause these niggas pussy
an[Dm]d I'm [Am]hard
I turn that fuckin' soft into
[Dm]some [Am]hard
I grew up in the streets without [Dm]no he[Am]art
I grew up in the streets without [Am]no heart

[Verse 7]
[Am]So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, nigga,
my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and
he wrappin' a bale

[Outro 1]
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
[Am]