On “No Heart,” 21 Savage answers a series of questions that address his wealth, lifestyle, and involvement in the rap game. Producer Metro Boomin hinted at the track on Twitter a week before the album’s… Read More [Intro] Southside, Southside on the, Southside on the, hey Metro Boomin want some more, nigga [Chorus] Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard? Why these niggas cappin' so hard? Why you got a twelve-car garage? Why you pullin' all these rappers' cards? 'Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard I turn that fuckin' soft into some hard I grew up in the streets without no heart I'm prayin' to my Glock and my carbon [Verse 1] I sit back and read like Cat in the Hat 21 Savage the cat with the MAC 21 Savage not Boyz N The Hood But I pull up on you, shoot your ass in the back Stuart Little, heard these niggas some rats Pockets full of cheese, bitch, I got racks I'm a real street nigga, bitch I am not one of these niggas bangin' on wax Pussy niggas love sneak dissin' 'Til I pull up on 'em, slap 'em out with the fire Wet your mama's house, wet your grandma's house Keep shootin' until somebody die So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar Thought it was Fourth of July You was with your friends playin' Nintendo I was playin' 'round with that fire Seventh grade, I got caught with a pistol Sent me to Panthersville Eighth grade, started playin' football Then I was like fuck the field Ninth grade, I was knocking niggas out Nigga like Holyfield Fast forward, nigga, 2016 And I'm screamin' fuck a deal Bad bitch with me, she so thick I don't even need a pill I listened to your raps, thought you was hard You ain't even street for real Niggas love sneak dissin' on Twitter They don't want beef for real And all these niggas play like they tough 'Til a nigga get killed 'Til a nigga get spilled, 'til your blood get spilled I'ma at your favorite rapper, shoot him like I'm John Dill' "I been with you since day one Savage, I ain't even hatin'" So what's up with all that Instagram shit? "Savage, I was just playin'" Y'all pussy niggas fakin' Bitch, I hang around them Haitians Pull up on you, tie your kids up Pistol whip you while your bitch naked "Come on, man, Savage, you know I always play your mixtape" Yeah, nigga, fuck all that, ask your bitch how my dick tastes [Chorus] Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard? Why these niggas cappin' so hard? Why you got a twelve-car garage? Why you pullin' all these rappers' cards? 'Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard I turn that fuckin' soft into some hard I grew up in the streets without no heart I'm prayin' to my Glock and my carbon [Verse 2] So much dope that it broke the scale They say crack kills, nigga, my crack sells My brother in the kitchen and he wrappin' a bale Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt Chain swangin', diamonds blangin', hold up Pistol swangin', gang bangin', hold up Niggas actin' like groupies, they don't know us Little do they know, they bitches fuckin' on the tour bus [Chorus] Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard? Why these niggas cappin' so hard? Why you got a twelve-car garage? Why you pullin' all these rappers' cards? 'Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard I turn that fuckin' soft into some hard I grew up in the streets without no heart I grew up in the streets without no heart [Outro] So much dope that it broke the scale They say crack kills, nigga, my crack sells My brother in the kitchen and he wrappin' a bale Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt