Father - Heartthrob lyrics

[Intro] Better call the cops I'm 'bout to run up on yo' block Take sh** that don't belong to me They say that something wrong with me Red rum, red rum (eh) Hoodlum, I'm done (yeah) Dust on hell spawn (woah) We don't get along [Verse 1] Rock with it, lean with it Styrofoam with lean in it Party not popping, less my whole f**ing team in it Glenn Wood, hitting jugg's n***as wish that they was good But n***as couldn't keep it real But I don't hold no ill will I ain't got no ena, and you ain't got no stamina So n***a 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 n***as keep it real with me Despite all of my savagery [Hook] (x2) No matter what I steal, or all the n***as 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 her west end [Verse 2] Big house Duplex (yeah) Suplex, who next (woah) Russian roulette (yeah) Bullet threw neck (eh) Brett Hart, sharpshooter Scamming b**hes 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 Soda whips is bullet proof Getting throat in a jeep A n***a ran off the streets Say they got evidence on me But that sh** ain't concrete [Hook] (x2) [Outro] Better call the cops I'm 'bout to run up on yo' block Take sh** that don't belong to me They say that something wrong with me Red rum, red rum (eh) Hoodlum, I'm done (yeah) Dust on hell spawn (woah) We don't get along