[Intro]
Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew
(You have no heart)
Ayy, huh (You have no heart)
Yeah (You have no heart)
Yeah (You have no hear—)

[Verse]
Gelato cookies, shit got me zooted, yeah
Pussy-n***a really do this, yeah
N***as act like I don't shoot shit (Like I don't shoot shit)
Finna slide to his block, target practice
Talkin' crazy like you fire, but you wack, bitch
Three bands off, twenty K, I know you cappin'
Take that gun from your hands, now you lackin'
You ain't finna use your hands 'cause you passive
I'ma face my fuckin' wood, I ain't gon' pass it
Drop a tape, let it run up, and bring them racks in
Don't let me sell you weed, bitch, I'm taxin'
Servin' 'za, bitch, I got it out the back end
He cop a eighth for three hundred 'cause I taxed him
Pussy-n***a, learn your fractions

[Outro]
Dumb-ass n***a
Take that gun from your hands, now you lackin'