No Heart Remix by Tone Mula Lyrics
[Intro: 2 PAC]
I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck about you
I don’t give a fuck about steel
And ion' give a fuck about Raheem either
I don't give a fuck about myself
[Verse 1: Tone Mula]
I really don’t got no heart (I don't)
Fuck with the gang then you catching these darts
I can not love her cause shorty a thot
He said he sweet but he lame and he not
I wrap em up put his ass in a knot
Shorty she love me I’m giving her cock
I really know that these Niggas gone plot
That’s why bro T got a Glock with a mop
Bitch, we ain’t gang-banging but we will bang it
My only friend is Ben Franklin
Tweak with the gang then we leave you stinking
She thinking we date what the fuck she thinking?
My niggas gone float but yo niggas sinking
You gone catch five Ian' talking Lincoln
Run up on me I'ma bust yo medulla
I’m schooling niggas call me a tutor
These niggas act tuff but they soft like a poodle
Niggas run-up he get toasted no Strudel
Shorty fuck with me she suck like a noodle
I hit that bitch then I tell that bitch toodles
She wanna stay but I called her a Uber
Put two holes in 'em like letters in google
MG the gang niggas know that we brutal
They like how I do it they saying I’m crucial
Why the fuck is you calling? If it ain’t bout a check
My niggas out wylin' playing Russian roulette
Keep a gun with me like I was offset
Shorty she love me I’m making her wet
Niggas sneak diss then them bullets play tag
You niggas behind my niggas ahead
Don’t try the gang you better come correct
Niggas be hatin' cause they ain’t getting no bread
[Verse 2: CheefLame]
My niggas pull up with no damn hesitation
I got to the money couldn’t do no more waiting
These bitches they want me but I have no patience
I give 'em the dick but I can't do no dating
That sack I be chasing If you think I’m broke you mistaking
You better not get the temptation
To take what I’m making cause I'll send some Haitians
To leave yo ass stinking somewhere in a vacant
I’m getting head from that bitch you be kissing
A real talking so shut up a listen
Can’t love no hoe so Lil bitch keep your distance
You only want me cause I ball like the pistons
All that sneak dissing gone leave yo ass missing
What I smoke stank like I rolled up a chitlin'
Mula the gang and no I’m never switching
Get shit on my own and you share with yo sibling
Stacking up racks bout to buy me a island
Come get yo bitch cause she over here wylin'
No time for games yea you Lil niggas childish
If yo music buzzing then my music growling
Flex and finesse if I want it I buy it
Say he gone rob me so Lil nigga try it
I took yo bitch and her bitch cause she bi’in'
And they both suck my dick right in front of the Hyatt
She top me off when I nut she catch every drop
I be so high like I’m smoking on heaven rocks
Stacking my fetti' so I can buy seven drops
Bro T, up it and it sound like a confetti popped
Cooking up beats like nickname is betty crock
Niggas want beef til broski make his chevy rock
She off that lean she get loose like spaghetti top
Only one me that she see call her Fetty Wap
Cheefy done sauced up Cheefy done bossed up
Flossed up, I hit that bitch never call ha'
Money got longer these bitches I fuck
No love, you know in Mula I Trust
I don’t give no fuck hope you have no luck
Slow up cause a nigga just poured a 4 up
Hold up, Lucci told me lay low stack yo bucks
Grow'ed up, but you know its 3’s that I throw up
I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck about you
I don’t give a fuck about steel
And ion' give a fuck about Raheem either
I don't give a fuck about myself
[Verse 1: Tone Mula]
I really don’t got no heart (I don't)
Fuck with the gang then you catching these darts
I can not love her cause shorty a thot
He said he sweet but he lame and he not
I wrap em up put his ass in a knot
Shorty she love me I’m giving her cock
I really know that these Niggas gone plot
That’s why bro T got a Glock with a mop
Bitch, we ain’t gang-banging but we will bang it
My only friend is Ben Franklin
Tweak with the gang then we leave you stinking
She thinking we date what the fuck she thinking?
My niggas gone float but yo niggas sinking
You gone catch five Ian' talking Lincoln
Run up on me I'ma bust yo medulla
I’m schooling niggas call me a tutor
These niggas act tuff but they soft like a poodle
Niggas run-up he get toasted no Strudel
Shorty fuck with me she suck like a noodle
I hit that bitch then I tell that bitch toodles
She wanna stay but I called her a Uber
Put two holes in 'em like letters in google
MG the gang niggas know that we brutal
They like how I do it they saying I’m crucial
Why the fuck is you calling? If it ain’t bout a check
My niggas out wylin' playing Russian roulette
Keep a gun with me like I was offset
Shorty she love me I’m making her wet
Niggas sneak diss then them bullets play tag
You niggas behind my niggas ahead
Don’t try the gang you better come correct
Niggas be hatin' cause they ain’t getting no bread
[Verse 2: CheefLame]
My niggas pull up with no damn hesitation
I got to the money couldn’t do no more waiting
These bitches they want me but I have no patience
I give 'em the dick but I can't do no dating
That sack I be chasing If you think I’m broke you mistaking
You better not get the temptation
To take what I’m making cause I'll send some Haitians
To leave yo ass stinking somewhere in a vacant
I’m getting head from that bitch you be kissing
A real talking so shut up a listen
Can’t love no hoe so Lil bitch keep your distance
You only want me cause I ball like the pistons
All that sneak dissing gone leave yo ass missing
What I smoke stank like I rolled up a chitlin'
Mula the gang and no I’m never switching
Get shit on my own and you share with yo sibling
Stacking up racks bout to buy me a island
Come get yo bitch cause she over here wylin'
No time for games yea you Lil niggas childish
If yo music buzzing then my music growling
Flex and finesse if I want it I buy it
Say he gone rob me so Lil nigga try it
I took yo bitch and her bitch cause she bi’in'
And they both suck my dick right in front of the Hyatt
She top me off when I nut she catch every drop
I be so high like I’m smoking on heaven rocks
Stacking my fetti' so I can buy seven drops
Bro T, up it and it sound like a confetti popped
Cooking up beats like nickname is betty crock
Niggas want beef til broski make his chevy rock
She off that lean she get loose like spaghetti top
Only one me that she see call her Fetty Wap
Cheefy done sauced up Cheefy done bossed up
Flossed up, I hit that bitch never call ha'
Money got longer these bitches I fuck
No love, you know in Mula I Trust
I don’t give no fuck hope you have no luck
Slow up cause a nigga just poured a 4 up
Hold up, Lucci told me lay low stack yo bucks
Grow'ed up, but you know its 3’s that I throw up