Heat

Lyrics

[Intro] Lud Foe, Boochie Gang, bitch! You know how I'm rockin', bitch Bitch! No Hooks! Get yo' guns up, Get yo' funds up! You on that opp shit, get mopstick, bitch! [Verse] Pussy nigga, watch ya mouth when you talkin' 'bout me You gon' make me send them killas in ya house while you sleep, bitch 'Cause niggas always wanna rap beef You might find 'em on the internet, won't find them in the streets If you looking for me, nigga, you can find me with my heat 100 rounds, two deep, it's just me and my heat Got a hundred shot Draco on the passenger seat Get a nigga off the streets, hit 'em with the street sweep I heard you ain't getting no money so you mad at me And the way I play the game you think I got a cheat sheet Say she gon' put it on me, guess she tried to warn me Suck me clean like some Bleach, that lil' bitch a neat freak I got a lot of niggas hating on me but I like it though I see my future already but I'm not a psychic though Put my mask on, now look like Micheal Myers, hoe And if we talking hoes, nigga, I done fucked a lot of those Bitch, I'm riding 26's, rims big so I make wide turns Fuck with me and foenem at yo' head like some sideburns That hot shit, like you Katt Williams, give you high perms Bitch, I grinded 'til it was my time now it's my turn When I was trappin', nigga, I sold more weed than Big Worm If you ain't talkin' 'bout no cheese then I'm not concerned I'm a Young Street Nigga and I be with them I don't fuck with niggas, they be beggin' like Felicia nem Foenem knock the top off his bottle, Margarita him Big booty hoes, stripper bitches, yeah, I freak with them I just fuck 'em once and kick 'em out, I can't sleep with them Niggas tried to ride my wave thought that I wasn't peepin' them Catch 'em late at night, up these pipes, Grim Reaper him Bitches always tryin' to talk a nigga into keepin' them Old school Chevy, paint wet, bitch, it's candy red See the ginger man and we might rob him for his ginger bread Since I'm up, bitches suck me up like some Lemonheads Monkey see, monkey do, Simon Says, music chairs See me do some dirt, boy, you better not mention that These bullets come with pain but ain't no tellin' where you feel it at I keep big bank rolls and I ain't pocket pinchin' that I got a stash, count the money, make it stand up where the ceilin' at I hit you quick with this banana clip, then I peel it back It's a panoramic roof, gave my dealer the ceiling back You fucking up, say he cuttin' up, but where his scissors at Millionaire baby paper chasin', where the billions at The real killas and the dealers know that you a pussycat Got the Super Soaker, can't wait to get ya pussy wet I met this bitch today and I'm already smashin' that She a big booty bitch but I fuck two bitches right after that My watch a beast, it's a freak, it's a hoe catcher Hit the club we 100 deep like some protesters Pockets fat like that fat nigga Nutty Professor That's his bitch but I just stretched her like a Bowflexer I work out on the stove lifting pots like a bench presser Whippin' strong, I get in the zone with the Arm and Hammer Who the fuck this knocking at my do'? It's a dope fiend Say he want a Deuce but he only had 15 Cold hearted young nigga, I was only 15 Remy's running 'round but I still had big dreams Say she wanna settle down but I don't know what that shit mean Keep ya heart to yourself, bitch, I don't need you to love me Keep ya hands by ya side, bitch, I don't want you to hug me Only know who turn it be 'cause only God can judge me This nigga lookin' at me, what fuck he keep on lookin' fo'? Make me cut ya fingers off if I catch you in my cookie bowl I started off selling dope, didn't know how to cook it though Yeah, a fool with the wrist Water whippin', make you think I went to school for this shit Dope finger lickin', make a junkie drool for this shit Got a pack money and bought a tool with the shit Put it in my book bag and went to school with the bitch Just so I can have an automatic fully for a bully You gon' take my lunch money always wished a nigga pulled it I'll make it come in J cutler when I'm throwin' bullets Rest in peace, homes Did a lot of shit I will never speak on Call my niggas if I ever need someone to reach on Love them old heads 'cause they always get they preach on I'm a dog, she a dog, 'cause I put a leash on her Smoking cookie out the zippy smell like real reefer on me [?] Hit the dealer, cop a foreign, nigga, ain't no leasing on it Don't even know which one I wanna buy, too hard to decide Wanna buy 'em all, what I want, damn, I forgot Got no time to wrestle with you niggas, I don't like the box Rather be up in a cell than laying in a box Remember I was on the corner, I had rocks in my socks Beat a nigga ass, watch my whole gang rush ya Bitch, I'm fucking with ya feelings, let my whole gang fuck ya Young nigga in the field, Gucci cleats on I'm a street nigga so you know I put the streets on Nigga playing with his motherfucking life, must not want it, nigga Better use ya head before I put some bread on it Since you sleepin' on me, I'ma put ya death bed on it Trap filled with bunk beds, fruit meth heads on it I switched lines 'cause I think the ATF feds on me Pull up, got my trunk bangin' and my trap house bungin' Niggas failure, I'm the teacher, I be flunkin' niggas They be jealous, make me wish I never had to fuck with niggas Glad I seen it early, now I don't got to be stuck with niggas Think I'm Marshawn Lynch the way that I be trucking niggas [Outro] Gang, gang, bitch, gang, gang! Outwest 290 shit, nigga No Hooks, gang! YSN, Young Street Niggas Skrr [x5]