Polo G – Heartless (feat. Mustard) Lyrics

Heartless

Polo G (feat. Mustard)

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"Heartless." - Polo G (feat. Mustard)

Wednesday, 21 October 2026, 05:47 pm

Album: THE GOAT

Track No: 02

Mustard on the beat, ho
My youngins heartless, so they ain't playin' no games
We really want 'em dead, he got hit up close range
He fucked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains
On that corner, I can't stay up out that dope game
My cousin got indicted dealin' cocaine
She an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame
I used to starve, now I'm blowing up like propane
Told my inner-self, "I promise you I won't change"
We make it hot up on yo block, we let that heat blow
Catch an opp, we dump the clip, it's time to re-load
Put a scope on the AR just like a peep-hole
Think he a bully, we got choppers for the Deebo
Seven figure ****, tryna maximize them three O's
Before the bag, I was fucking all the freak hoes
Ballin' hard young legend out the Chi' bitch, I'm like D. Rose
"Cap how you make it out this shit?", I got the cheat code
Way more to life than just the hood, I'm tryna reach goals
Maxine, my heart, since you've been gone, I miss your sweet soul
Aye, never tell a statement, we won't leak those
Better not go talk to them people, better keep closed
My youngins heartless, so they ain't playin' no games
We really want 'em dead, he got hit up close range
He fucked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains
On that corner, I can't stay up out that dope game
My cousin got indicted dealin' cocaine
She an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame
I used to starve, now I'm blowing up like propane
Told my inner-self, "I promise you I won't change"
We hold a grudge and we want blood, we can't look pass the issue
Play with us and you gon' die, ****, it's kinda simple
Show no mercy, we gon' kill whoever ridin' with you
Catch you on the other side then we gon' have to get you
Condolences to yo family, they gon' have to miss you
Lil Joe on go and he gon' spark, that's if I pass the signal
My right hand mans, he got his name 'cause he gon' blast the pistol
Earned our stripes, we gon' blow if a **** play foul, you would think had a whistle
Lil Capalot, G-O-A-T, yeah that's that guys initials
Happiness and depression, I'm stuck inside the middle
I fell in love with dollar signs, won't let my mind forget you
Fuck it off, we spend it all on fast cars and shinin' crystals
My youngins heartless, so they ain't playin' no games
We really want 'em dead, he got hit up close range
He fucked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains
On that corner, I can't stay up out that dope game
My cousin got indicted dealin' cocaine
She an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame
I used to starve, now I'm blowing up like propane
Told my inner-self, "I promise you I won't change"

Writer(s): Taurus Tremani Bartlett & Dijon McFarlane.

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