Heat Lyrics

Damn I'm fucking with this beat, shit heat ain't it

Too much fire in the booth, get em cremated

How you shoot a four seater up, nigga three made it

Shordy don't wanna give the top she know Bri ate it

I ain't waiting for my spot but I'm a be patient

Know you broke if the banks closed, boy you need Chases

I just like to be alone, know I seem spacious

I done been in rooms with real hustlers, I done seen faces

Send a nigga straight home, fuck three bases

Wanna get a crib big as hell with like three basements

Niggas talking on the live giving free cases

When you roll the dice you better pay, ain't no free spaces

Lil nigga this ain't a board game

Bitch we really clapping like the crowd, when the score change

I just ate another shroom it made the floor change, yop

I ain't tripping bout a bitch, can't make a whore change, yop

Hold on spin the block this nigga short change

Thought he had a choker on his neck, he got a short chain, yop

I don't like to talk to niggas, cause they short brained, yop

I been balling on these niggas it's a sport thang, yop

If it happened in the past I ain't speaking on it

If it's not a hard beat, I ain't tweaking on it

Shordy starting humming on the … got to singing on it

I just got a fire ass bin, I'm finna see who want it

I don't gotta slide the opps, put my people on it

Heard they ran dawg down twice, put a sequel on em

You be chilling with a ham I put a seagull on em

Get me in a jam, where the lawyer getting legal on em

Niggas moving like a mime he tryna act out

How you always talking bout the bag, pull a rack out

Only time a nigga talk bad is at the crack house

Why these niggas tryna act bad, cause they rap now

Why these niggas tryna act bad cause they rap now

Hold on, what

You don't gotta play tough get yo point across

Dawg crashing bout a hoe, guess he more than loss

Why you got them fat Ricks on, got em from the Ross

Before you get in any beef gotta call yo boss

If you tryna do a feat, then you know it cost

Think this lil nigga tryna creep I'm finna throw him off

Told shordy we gone link, had to throw it off

You get around these other niggas tryna throw it all

Yop, you niggas fanned out

I don't like to be up in crowd I gotta stand out

Niggas love to spill the beans they pulling cans out, yop

It's getting hot up in this bitch, pull the fan out yop

Nigga, huh

This shit heat ain't it

Niggas talking all that shit, get em cremated

Put a nigga in a box we finna EBay em, shit

On some shit