Bring the heat ft. BabyK12 Lyrics

Ayy, real boss baby in the city, know I bring the heat

Bitch, I don't really wanna talk at all, so just keep it brief

Bitch, I've been tryna put my bruddas on, we gotta eat

I remember I was broke as fuck, they ain't wanna fuck with me

I'm sick of all this poverty, I swear that shit a real disease

Bitch, I'm a self-made nigga, ain't doin' shit for free

I been doin' my shit like, why the hell these niggas mad at me?

Bitch, I get that green, I pop my shit up on the fuckin' scene

These niggas cap make believe, how you believe everything you see?

She gon' pop the cat for me, dripped out, head to feet

Want a verse? pay a fee, bitch, I murder any beat

Red hair, her nails on fleek, yeah, she bad as she can be

Okay, okay, they was talkin' down, what they sayin' now?

Know I'ma soldier, I'ma get it lit, and I ain't turnin' down

These niggas goofy and they dick ride, get so fanned out

Talkin' bout exotic baby, you get hit up out of bounds

Ayy, real boss baby, in the city know I bring the heat

Bitch I don't really wanna talk at all, so just keep it brief

Bitch, I've been tryna put my bruddas on, we gotta eat

I remember I was broke as fuck, they ain't wanna fuck with me

I'm sick of all this poverty, I swear that shit a real disease

Bitch, I'm a self-made nigga, ain't doin' shit for free

I been doin' my shit, like why the hell these niggas mad at me?

Bitch, I get that green, I pop my shit up on the fuckin' scene

Ye, it's frozen, bitch, I'm cold up

You can't be outside, you know that shit is sold out

Nah, racks, racks, racks, money chains, nigga

Yeah, when I was in school, niggas weren't bangin', nigga

Yeah, nigga acting tough, but they not shooters, nigga

Yeah, you say, who you with? I'm with my bruddas, nigga

Yeah, they like, what you thinkin'? I said, dollas, nigga

Nah, they like, what you thinkin'? I said, uh

Yeah, you the type of nigga that be snitchin' onna daylight

You the type of nigga that be flexin' on that bare life

Me and Brodie, with these hoes they know that we be steppin' right

I'm gon' shoot for sure if I'm open on that three point Line

Woah, yeah, woah, baby, just go slow

Yeah, slow, I'm gon' treat you right for sure

Yeah, for sure, will you be my Mi amor?

Will you, yeah, amor

Yeah, I know this ain't right, but you can't say that it's my fault

You be actin' right, something I ain't seen before

You said that we changed for the better, now you owe me

All I got is pain, after pain, I feel like lucki, woah