No Heart
21 Savage Metro Boomin Lyrics

Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
Why are you working so hard selling drugs, Young Savage?

Why these n***as cappin' so hard?
Why are these guys pretending to be something they're not?

Why you got a twelve car garage?
Why do you need so many cars?

Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?
Why are you exposing these fake rappers for who they really are?

'Cause these n***as p***y and I'm hard
Because these guys are weak and I am strong.

I turn that f*****g soft into some hard
I can turn any weak situation around and make it a strong one.

I grew up in the streets without no heart
I lived in the streets and learned how to be tough without any emotions.

I'm praying to my Glock and my card
I rely on my gun and drug money to survive.

I sit back and read like Cat in the Hat
I take some time for myself to read like Cat in the Hat does in the children's book.

Twenty-one Savage, the cat with the MAC
I am 21 Savage, the guy with a MAC-10 submachine gun.

Twenty-one Savage not Boyz N The Hood but I pull up on you, shoot your a** in the back
I'm not like the Boyz N The Hood characters, but I'll still shoot you in the back if I need to.

Stuart Little, heard these n***as some rats
Like Stuart Little, I heard these guys are snitches.

Pockets full of cheese, b***h I got racks
My pockets are full of money, I am rich.

I'm a real street n***a b***h
I am a true gangster.

I am not one of these n***as bangin' on wax
I am not a fake rapper.

P***y n***as love sneak dissing 'til I pull up on 'em, slap 'em out with the fire
Weak guys love talking behind my back until I confront them and beat them up.

Wet your mama's house, wet your grandma's house, keep shootin' until somebody die
I will shoot up your family's home until someone dies.

So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar, thought it was Fourth of July
I shot so many rounds it sounded like fireworks and my neighbors thought it was the Fourth of July.

You was with your friends playing Nintendo, I was playin' 'round with that fire
While you were playing video games with your friends, I was out messing around with guns and drugs.

Seventh grade I got caught with a pistol, sent me to Pantherville
In seventh grade, I got caught with a gun and was sent to juvenile detention.

Eighth grade started playin' football, then I was like f**k the field
In eighth grade, I started playing football but later quit to focus on selling drugs instead.

Ninth grade I was knocking niggas out, n***a like Holyfield
In ninth grade, I was known for being good at fighting and was compared to boxer Evander Holyfield.

Fast forward n***a, twenty sixteen and I'm screaming f**k a deal
Now in 2016, I am screaming about not needing a record deal.

Bad b***h with me, she so thick, I don't even need a pill
I have a hot woman with me who is so attractive that I don't need any drugs to enhance the experience.

I listen to your raps, thought you was hard
I listened to your music and thought you were tough and authentic.

You ain't even street for real
You're not really a gangster.

N***as love sneak dissing on twitter
Guys love talking trash behind my back on Twitter.

They don't want beef for real
They don't really want to fight me or have any real conflict.

And all these n***as play like they tough
All these guys act like they're tough but they're not.

'Til a n***a get killed
Until someone gets killed.

'Til a n***a get spilled, 'til your blood get spilled
Until someone dies and their blood is spilled.

I'ma at your favorite rapper, shoot him like I'm John Dill
I will go after your favorite rapper and shoot him like I'm John Dillinger, a 1930s gangster.

I been with you since day one, Savage I ain't even hating
I've been with you since the beginning and I don't mean any harm.

So what's up with all that instagram s**t?
Why do you post so much on Instagram?

Savage I was just playin'
I was just joking around, no need to take things seriously.

Y'all p***y n***as fakin', b***h I hang around them Haitians
You guys are fake and I hang out with tough guys from Haiti.

Pull up on you, tie your kids up, pistol whip you while your b***h naked
I will come to your house, tie up your children, and hit you with a gun while your woman is naked.

Come on man, Savage you know I always play your mixtape
Come on, Savage, you know I always support your music.

Yeah n***a f**k all that, ask your b***h how my d**k tastes
Forget all that, go ask your woman how good I am in bed.

So much dope that it broke the scale
I have so much cocaine that it overloaded the scale when I tried to weigh it.

They say crack kills, n***a my crack sells
They say crack is dangerous, but I am making lots of money from selling it.

My brother in the kitchen and he rappin' a bale
My brother is in the kitchen packaging drugs.

Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
I have Louis Vuitton logos on both my bag and belt, showing off my wealth.