Текст песни Heart of the City - Bleezy

He ain't no savage
He ain't no savage
He ain't no savage
He ain't no savage
He ain't no savage
He ain't no savage
He ain't gonna blast it

Nobody safe ima go skrt skrt Jump out the wraith
The bigger the body,The bigger the bank
Bleezy go savage that's why they relate
I'm in the kitchen I whip and I bake in wit the killer gorillas apes
Write u a check u be meeting your fate, slimey gorillas we pay u in pain

Gucci warm up got a left on let me hold my arm Up
Wave going up
Better catch a surfboard before you drown son
We was down son. 4th quarter Iet me get my crown son
On my bullshit extendos I been tryna paxson

This gon make them mad today see nigga tryna bite my swagg today
You don't even drip your swagg okay
His hers buss down that's Mary Kate
Why these Nigga so mad today
Shut the fuck up before we clap em ay
Chanel keep the duffle that's ratchet ay
Why u in the game you ain't matching bank

Aventadors I got plenty whores they be sliding before a Nigga hit the doors
Coke shape wit the No face hope the bag straight we get plenty more
Miami Beach wit the gang gang we be off shore bad bitch galore shooter wit me in the cut he ain't catch a nut he Just here to change score
Gang gang they gon do the same thing we give no passes
Bad bitch she got no mileage
Yall bitches is so average
Shooter with me like the old maverick
He gon let your bro have it
Vest up hit the neck up
Flip the Choppa hear it go savage
Murder one I'm not gon do murder two when I murder you
Big woo niggas always screaming gang gang I never heard of you
I'm in Atlanta niggas scared to leave the town cause they know the truth with a dirty Fanta
Glock 9& them chopsticks hold 22s
I could see what it's coming to
You ain't thugging you just in the booth
Brownsville bitch I'm living proof
Statements heard you giving clues
Go & put the nigga on the news, head shots give em loose screws
Rap dissing get his cap missing lil bro in the back like he adlibing DoD get mad chicken
Flipping and spending that shit like it's nothing you tell her my gram I bet you we fucking
Shop when you land I ain't going for nothing
To real in this shit I can't keep her from cumin
Arm on her shoulders I keep her running
Give her The D I can't keep her from drumming
She bouncing her ass like the speakers or something
Running this shit me Milly vinde and ki Tey get the Mack and start singing like ji
Marley keep THOISON the reason I stay high Stelly luchini they dripping that saint
I KEEP MY GLIZZY DISS MY BLOCK LIL NIGGA YOU GOTTA GET WITH ME
IM THE HEART OF THE CITY DROPPING THE WOO ON THE 7 You meeting this 50