Heartthrob - Father

Better call the cops

I’m 'bout to run up on yo' block

Take shit that don’t belong to me

They say that something wrong with me

Red rum, red rum (eh)

Hoodlum, I’m dumb (yeah)

Dusk dawn hell spawn (woah)

We don’t get along

Rock with it, lean with it

Styrofoam with lean in it

Party not popping, less my whole fucking team in it

Glenwood, hitting jugg’s

Niggas wish that they was good

But niggas couldn’t keep it real

But I don’t hold no ill will

I ain’t got no ana', and you ain’t got no stamina

So nigga don’t you come at me

We know you ain’t got no family

You ain’t got no crew

Cause they don’t keep it real with you

Niggas keep it real with me

Despite all of my savagery

No matter what I steal, or all the niggas that I rob

Living on the west side

Pretty black heartthrob

The way I used to make her feel

I miss when we were only friends

Juggin' in the west end

Touching in the Westin

No matter what I steal, or all the niggas that I rob

Living on the west side

Pretty black heartthrob

The way I used to make her feel

I miss when we were only friends

Juggin' in the west end

Touching in the Westin

Big house Duplex (yeah)

Suplex, who next (woah)

Russian roulette (yeah)

Bullet through neck (eh)

Brett Hart, sharpshooter

Scamming bitches on computers

Future in my hands

Popped a vyvanse, blew five bands

Hang time, gang signs

Use you’re hands, fusion dance

Stay in school

So tinted

Oprah Winfrey, we ain’t cool

So the whips is bullet proof

Getting throat in a jeep

A nigga ran off the streets

Say they got evidence on me

But that shit ain’t concrete

No matter what I steal, or all the niggas that I rob

Living on the west side

Pretty black heartthrob

The way I used to make her feel

I miss when we were only friends

Juggin' in the west end

Touching in the Westin

No matter what I steal, or all the niggas that I rob

Living on the west side

Pretty black heartthrob

The way I used to make her feel

I miss when we were only friends

Juggin' in the west end

Touching in the Westin

Better call the cops

I’m 'bout to run up on yo' block

Take shit that don’t belong to me

They say that something wrong with me

Red rum, red rum (eh)

Hoodlum, I’m dumb (yeah)

Dusk dawn hell spawn (woah)

We don’t get along