HEAVEN'S GATE Lyrics

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Yo

Hey, how you doin'

I'm so tired bruh

I bet, what you up to though

Uh, nothin' much

What's good with you? (Is that Cory on the beat)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh

Up late night I'm with my bros

Woah, double cup drinkin' I'm sippin' out foam, uh

I'm way too official to blow up your phone

I'm in the V, I'm not talking Vlone

Pull up all white lookin' like a ghost

I'm dissin' hoes whenever I post

I've talked to like eight hoes from the coast

I left a badass bitch on read

Just tryna clear my head

Yeah, just tryna make you mad

If I hurt you, bae, not tryna do that

I called your phone can't hit me back

Like damn bae, where the fuck you at?

Like damn bae, where you at?

Where the fuck you at?

I can't answer calls

Think my shit is tapped

Pass me the ball I'm scoring that

You talking hot, word travel fast

Fuck you, bitch, put you on blast

Chill

I been on your ass way too long

I fucked up and did her wrong

Then end up cappin' in a song

But I still pop out, Saint Laurent

Yeah, now they tryna ride the wave

I beat the pussy MMA

So much ice, heavy metal chains

I spent 200 on a chain

I spent 150 on some J's

I don't let shit slide, fuck a base

Fucked the girl once, then go M.I.A.

She thought she the shit, put her in her place

I'm out with ZD, postin' with the gang

I'm out with the hoes, tryna make her play

She tryna be petty, hit her with a "k."

Y'all say you Batman, bitch, I'm Bane

Fucked that girl can't even pronounce her name

I'm in the V, baby, switchin' lanes

Don't care if she got a man, hit a stain

They fallin' behind, brodie, keep the pace

I'm rockin' with 99, shoutout Jay

Just got off the phone call talkin' to Jadhe

She keep that shit real, never ever fake

Reason I dab you up and call you gang

When shit went down, you didn't change

Dropped a diss people amazed

They gon' do what Simon say

I move around like I'm not phased

And hoes they know I'm not no saint

Bro, catch me at Heaven's Gate

Yuh, I'm back on my old shit I'm back on my old shit

No, I'm not trippin' bout no bitch

Really locked in, I'm getting more motion

I need to write that girl a eulogy

Cut the hoe off, and now that bitch dead to me

Lil boy out his body, that bro poppin' Ketamine

How you wanna fuck, then turn to an enemy?

Get out of state

Change up the scenery

Turn up the track, you ain't hearin' me, bro

I feel Jalina make a video

That's why I will never ever trust a hoe

I fuck with your friend, baby, on the low

Shit

She don't do shots, shawty drink it out the bottle

Bad little bitch, I like supermodels

Said that she love me, what you gotta lie for

You trippin', baby, playin' my songs

Got this hoe trippin' by my iPhone

Got a lil bitch trippin' bout a screenshot

4K cameras why I had to get caught

All you bitches really been bops

All you bitches really been thots

Lil boy carry sticks like a Red Sox

But he ain't bout it, that boy really all talk

If he was bout it, then I would've been shot

Yo, up late night, I'm with my bros, whoa

Double cup drinkin', I'm sippin' out foam

I'm way too official to blow up your phone

I'm in the club, sippin' all alone

Fucked up, drinkin' to fill in the lows

Seen a bad bitch wearing Nike Pros

She loves to lie, Pinocchio

I'm with the gang, we hangin' at Joe's

I got three different hoes callin' my phone

I got this girl mad over a repost

Stealing my swag, call lil bro a clone

They callin' me bougie, designer cologne

Fuck it, I think I'm better on my own

Been talkin' about us, they don't know what we know

Was fuckin' with you, had you hittin' high notes

I miss my fish R.I.P. to Rylo

Shit so deep, said it with my eyes closed