heaven ft. lyfelxss Lyrics

(Coughing)

(Ah, fuck)

Huh, yea

Triple-double stat padding, only need'a catch up on my statistics

Yo, man gettin' cooked, straight to the heat, he come out lookin' like a biscuit

He throws a late pass, no, that ain't clutch, his ass 'bout to get evicted

Asks for a verse, I hop on your song, now your song, I fixed it

He 0 and 20, is bro Ben Simmons?

He says he better, you gotta be kiddin'

Pull out my glock, I pull out my glickin'

Drop you a combo like someone in Tekken

Tekken, Beat your ass up like in Matrix

Flake it, your girl say that Vigi make it

Take it, if he ever got the chance, his ass would fuckin' fake it

Your girl tryna hit up my phone

Damn

She always tryna ring up my tone

At the end of the day, you're bitch-made

And know you'll never be known

Nah, I ain't on that type of timin'

I just say what I say for the sake of rhymin'

Me and the beat, we're on that type of alignment

Do what I say and do what I do like Simon

Niggas think they all Superman, 'til I pull up on em' with that fuckin' steel

Got me feeling like I'm Yagami cause I'm writing down who I wanna kill

So, what we doin'?

Look at my thoughts, they mad intrusive

I got a Glock, you know I'ma use it

This nigga look down, he must be stupid (Ha)

Run em' down, hundred rounds, shoot him with the chop

I got bitches on my dick, nigga, steady with the (ha ha)

I got Glocks with extensions

Pop a nigga like a piston

Slice his body like CoryxKenshin

I just really want a mistress

My crew not a gang, we tote heavy sticks

Can see why they call us the mercenaries

My nine go grah grah grah grah

Fucking that bitch, I'ma hit it daily

Your bitch on my phone, I've seen that she want me

Know that she tryna see me lately

Handle the ball like Pacers

Guess that's what Duwop tryna hint at lately

(Okay, let me switch it up)

You and the beat, a dichotomy

Ain't getting better, not onto me

They sayin' Vigi rigged the game

They talkin' like I won the lottery

Stealin' my flows, why they talk like that?

Hoe upon she shit way she top like that

I know that I'm up 'cause you opp like that

I ain't even do shit, do the opps All Might, goddamn

Left hook like a liberal

Your gains, they be minimal

Drop shit, how typical

You drop a song subliminal

Bitch, I'm mythical in the mornin', huh

She really wanna start tourin', huh

Glazin' me, you adore me, huh

Slice his body like I'm Cory, yeah

Got the whole game on my back, huh

I guess I'm a little sum' like Damian Lillard, huh

Talk dirt on SGM, I just might have to kill 'em

I'ma have to do it, and you know I'ma do it

Grab me a stick, and I'ma get right to it

When I talk, they gon' listen, I guess I'm just really fluent