Heartache (feat. Bloz)

Forgiato‘s bout to buss em Plain rolli got it busted Try to take and I’ll bust ya Beat it up Buster Douglas Moral of the story I ain’t Arthur I don’t f*ck with buster Get cha man king of the jungle I got tar n zans Go on any block set up shop like concession stand Yea you owe me for them grams didn’t pay keep it then See he love and cuff his girl saw me and got apprehended Had the right to remain silent Yea she let me smash but that tab he owe I’m not squashing Bra I got a fam to feed tryna send my niece to college Kandy on chrome trap phone to me is symbolic In and out of traffic booming Fucking twins it get confusing Dripping on em bitches choosing Up early never snoozing Phone ringing so much I can pass a lick I cut that weird hoe off and now you love the bitch I know some niggas who sell they soul for a quarter brick I can’t kick it with y’all niggas y’all jump dick to dick And my whole team rack up Catching plays looking plush They speaking on the boss pass them niggas couldn’t f*ck with us But that’s off the subject Let’s get back to getting racks Jokes up gotta a nigga high off a contact What other niggas doing really not my concern Certain niggas ain’t cut me in look how the tables turn Thinking bout a spaceship might swang on the equator Blowing on some purp the same color dark vader Money on my mind see so much green I’m color blind Stay down on my grind I’m just waiting on my time