Hurt Hearts by Jay Brizz Lyrics

I'm outside late nights where it's so hot. So hot jakes circling the whole block. Who got the soft. I'm bout to whip up my own drop. All I need is a pot and a stove top. Js callin back to back mehn it don't stop. And keep them snitches up out ya trap and keep ya door locked. Cause I seen doors get used with no door knobs. By state troops. Narc gang with the search dogs. I seen niggas try this trap shit and work hard. Get snatched. Get a charge then they always turn fraud. Go to show it wasn't they lane from the first start. Should of stayed in church every Sunday and try to learn God. I'm tryna tell you mehn this street shit will hurt hearts. You never know true pain till ya first loss. Either you or ya people pay the worst cost. Ain't no love in this shit so we face the worst odds. And yea them niggas still hating. It's kool tho. And it's still MOB no excuse tho. Alotta nigga think different cause they fu tho. If you on some fu shit I can't call you bro. Around is something that you just gotta move boy. If you see us better lace up ya shoes boy. My town filled with drug dealers that shoot boys. Even fiends get it in you better play it kool boy
If you lookin for me you know where I be. NL CT bitch we right on the east. Niggas on they TL talkin tuff in they tweets. But I don't ever see not 1 in the streets. x2