Heat

I got pipe dreams of crack rocks and stripper poles

Of fucking centerfolds, so I got secrets

Only me and all my niggas know, of kicking in the doors

I’ll send a bitch to get ya, so don’t play fucking stupid

I know you got the product

Cause I could smell the money, I could taste the weed

Give me somethin' or a body, only way I’ll leave

I love to watch 'em squirm, I love when bitches bleed

If she’s sucking on the barrel, you can’t hear her scream

So kiss the fucking carpet, this aggravated Larson

And then I’m out the door, it’s monsters in your home

Black gloves, mask on, muzzle plated chrome

Who done called the cops on my niggas?

Who done called the cops on my niggas? That’s the first one to go

The first shot I blow, who done called the cops on my niggas?

Who done called the cops on my niggas?

Shotta, shotta

Who be that, the number one shotta?

Put a missile on you when I'm on your blocka

It no be thing, no be issue when I'm off it, off it, I'm off it

I got the magazine for the pistol

For any politician talkin' shit, givin' issue

Another black man in the street, it's official

We riding out the spirit, we go another pistol

Huh, fuck, another cop car!

Cop coming on my block for the answers

Huh, I no got time for your question

Huh, just put mi mommy and mi bredren

I hate the way I think, I hate the way it looms

I hate the way the things I say incinerate a room

I know I’m tryna change, but it’ll never work

Just end up more broken down than when I started

And that concrete feels the hardest every time I seem to touch it

Started thinking I ain’t meant for life but that’s too deep

Falling up into the ceiling while I’m drowning

In the creek of my emotions trying harder to be open

Talking 'bout release dates, I’m trying to make it to tomorrow

Internal honesty could be the hardest pill to swallow

So I need two shots of everything that’s on the fuckin' menu

I’m dancing with myself; setting fire to the venue, motherfucker

Who done called the cops on my niggas?

Who done called the cops on my niggas? That’s the first one to go

The first shot I blow, who done called the cops on my niggas?

Who done called the cops on my niggas?

Fuck you!

I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back

Fuck you!

I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back

I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back

Fuck you!

I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back

Fuck you

My old friend fucked my girlfriend, I should’ve shot him

Pray to God about him, man, I hit the lotto

Yeah, my bitch got badder, shit, my ass got badder

And I forgave them bitches, so now it’s off to millions

I been fucking sinning, hit the forehead

Chest, left, right, I’m grinning, asses on the ceiling

And I got mirror feelings, for all you lil' demons

Yeah, you see the chain, 'fore all you changed on me

Rearranged on me, suck a dick about it

I hope you get offended, and this ain’t clean shit

This is pissing off the yacht with my bitch on me

Wearin' mink on me, sippin' Cris’ on ya

Bet ya life on it, I came to fight for it

Came in, raided all y'all pockets

And your bitch came in and rubbed up on me

I’m burning rubber, I pulled up on you