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, fuck another cracker
 Cop comin' on my block for the answers
 Huh, I no got time for your question
 Huh, this pon' 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 y'all 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 ya
 
 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, fuck another cracker
 Cop comin' on my block for the answers
 Huh, I no got time for your question
 Huh, this pon' 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 y'all 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 ya