ICEBOX HEART

I ain't got no heart, had to stash it in the icebox

He was talkin' tough, now he bleedin' out his white socks

Posted on the seven, we ain't duckin' when the mic hot

He was on the gram, now he slumped in a tight spot

They don"t want smoke, they just typin' on they TikToks

Catch him broad day, do him dirty in some flip flops

If we miss the head, double back, that's a pit stop

We don't play fair, get him gone, make the blitz pop

I don't trust nothin, keep the 30 in the stash spot

All my dogs bite, they ain't barkin' when the tag pop

He was in the way, had to treat him like a backdrop

Now he on a t-shirt and his mama need a cash drop

Whole team cold, I ain't slidin' with no sympathy

Draco turn a big dawg rapper to a memory

I just hit a play out in Beckley for a tenth

Key Told, shorty chill, I don't text, I just let it be

Heard he want smoke, drop the addy, let's arrange that

Big 223, make his whole crib cave back

Got a spot in the hills, but I still wear the gang at

Trellz got a bag, now they askin' where the fame at

I ain't got no heart, had to stash it in the icebox

He was talkin' tough, now he bleedin' out his white socks

Posted on the seven, we ain't duckin' when the mic hot

He was on the gram, now he slumped in a tight spot

I got ice on my chain, but my soul still vacant

Did a drill in some crocs, now they thinkin' that I'm Santan

Got his girl on my DMs, she say, Trellz the replacement

But I'm married to the money, I a'int caught in no placement

We don't do drive-bys, we just walk up and splatter

Leave a opp up, laid flat, turn his shirt to a pattern

Clean him off of the map, like he never even mattered

Now his whole team tryna tweet, them **** just chatter

Every Glock dirty, got a name on the body

He was claimin' he a stepper, now he folded in the lobby

I don't beef with ****, I put trauma in their posse

BTR, stamped ****, I ain't movin' with nobody

Grew up in that concrete, I was playin' in the war zone

Switch on the back, make a grown man jawbone

He ain't make it far, got cooked when he logged on

Shooters in the cut, masked up like a car loan

I ain't got no heart, had to stash it in the icebox

He was talkin' tough, now he bleedin' out his white socks

Posted on the seven, we ain't duckin' when the mic hot

He was on the gram, now he slumped in a tight spot

They, don't want smoke, they just typin' on they TikToks

Catch him broad day, do him dirty in some flip flops

If we miss the head, double back, that's a pit stop

We don't play fair, get him gone, make the blitz pop