Yung Heartbreak - Fuego Lyrics

Red dots on his face get popped like acne
Jugging off the trap phone the opps cant track me
Pulling up wit shooters turn that bitch into a track meet
Im hopping out the coupe wit the choppa in the backseat
All my money sad yea its blue see the faces
Hang around them niggas who dont play and got cases
F*ck that missionary doggystyle she cant take it
Run up in yo shit Im wit my slime and we gone take shit
Stepped in like I swam a lap bitches love the drip
Blue money falling out my pockets better watch yo bitch
Walked out just secured the bag time to take trip
But I aint make it big till I cop me a whip
New bitch every day shit it jus depends
F*ck em like I love em but i told em we jus friends
We had that nigga running like his life was finna end
Got me shooting at his fro then he split like ends
We smoke different copping shit up in ounces
Only time I sleep is when the money counter counting
Every time I come around she wetter than a fountain
On my money like Im uzi stack it taller than a mountain
Come and get yo bitch she in my kitchen cooking naked
Hit it from the back told me baby I cant take it
Then i pulled it out told me baby lemme taste it
Now she on her knees like baby lemme praise it
Bitches say my name like they know me sorry thats the old me
Now Im in my prime number eight like Im Kobe bitches want my baby got me feeling like Im jody
When I get a deal imma spend it on Rollie Now Im in my bag school shooter like Im Toby
Chains around my neck but these niggas cant hold me
Niggas say they bout it he running to the police
Get the chips then I dip turn ass his ass to guacamole
Red dots on his face get popped like acne
Jugging off the trap phone the opps cant track me
Pulling up wit shooters turn that bitch into a track meet
Im hopping out the coupe wit the choppa in the backseat
All my money sad yea its blue see the faces
Hang around them niggas who dont play and got cases
F*ck that missionary doggystyle she cant take it
Runup in yo shit Im wit my slime and we gone take shit
Going Super Sayian ape shit now Im rocking bape shit
Niggas say they real but really niggas rocking fake shit
I dont got no cape bitch thank me later Drake shit
Everyone been doubting me and saying I wont make it
Storming in yo crib like a trooper that nigga not a shooter open up his chest three shots from the Ruger
Popping out at night coon shit sly cooper
Empty out yo crib then we gone like the movers
You f*cking on hoes I got models on my hit list
Niggas turned bitches when we come scared shitless
Been up in field H-B-G from the trenches
Then I got the money Im in everybody's mentions
Yo bitch in my bed and I dont know what happened
Yo bitch on my team cus she feel Im the captain
We been in the field calling plays like its Madden
They blowing my phone like nigga stop trapping
Now I got the money yea i did it on my own
Kicking back facing woods higher than a drone
Got her showing ass now shawty think that she grown
But f*cked her first night next day i was gone
Uh yea had to take a breath niggas turn bitches when shit go left
I aint trynna brag but she know I hit it best
I was murdering that pussy now her pussy left a mess
Keep me a stick she make it bounce pogo
Dogging yo bitch imma dog like Im toto
Shoot up his block make him pose like a photo
His face on my shirt like his face was a logo
My hand on my stick trigger finger itching
Flex on these niggas I feel like Im lifting
Loud be my fragrance I got they attention
Yo bitch at my crib got her ass in the kitchen
Red dots on his face get popped like acne
Jugging off the trap phone the opps cant track me
Pulling up wit shooters turn that bitch into a track meet
Im hopping out the coupe wit the choppa in the backseat
All my money sad yea its blue see the faces
Hang around them niggas who dont play and got cases
F*ck that missionary doggystyle she cant take it
Run up in yo shit Im wit my slime and we gone take shit
(Uh Damn)