"Heart" lyrics

[KEY!:]
That's what Bankroll Fresh say, "yo' cap ain't shit"
He be like "damn boy, yo' cap ain't shit, boy"
RIP Bankroll Fresh, keep all this shit like a mixtape
Ayy, Tony!

I can fuck a bitch, hey, poor or rich
Okay, Romeo, Juliet
I don't got security, where's the toolies at
In my big bag and she booted
And that bitch fat in the booty
She love the way a nigga gotta keep her heart
Ayy, and I'm havin' fun, and I'm havin' fun
Niggas stop dead, they gon' meet a hundred round drum
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
I'm Johnny Bravo, huh, and she Betty Boop, huh
And we walk around like we bulletproof
Fully loaded, fully loaded

[448rasta:]
I swear to God, these niggas, yeah, they fraud
Yeah, cold heart prolly swiped yo' card
Swear to God these niggas try to act hard
'Til my nigga put a AR to his heart, ayy, ayy
Girl, you don't know how you make my heart feel
I'm on the block, gotta keep holdin' the steel
I just don't know why you tryna be real?
Fuckin' yo' bitch and I know you gon' squeal

[KEY!:]
Okay, baby, shake ya ass in the sundress
Baby, shake ya ass in the sundress
Fuck you all night, I'm on the percocet
Okay, fuck you all night on the percocet
Baby so cute I buy her clothes
Baby so cute I'ma pull up and shoot
And I'm claustrophobic so I had to lose the roof
And I'm claustrophobic so I had to lose the roof
Fatman KEY!, I'm eatin' everything up
Fatman, fatman, ice cream truck (Hello?)
Love when we make love when you actin' up
Free all my niggas movin' weight like the Mack Truck

[448rasta:]
I swear to God, these niggas, yeah, they fraud
Yeah, cold heart prolly swiped yo' card
Swear to God these niggas try to act hard
'Til my nigga put a AR to his heart, ayy, ayy
Girl, you don't know how you make my heart feel
I'm on the block, gotta keep holdin' the steel
I just don't know why you tryna be real?
Fuckin' yo' bitch and I know you gon' squeal