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Wit my Heat Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
If i ever get killed just know I'm dying with my heat
We was looking for opps trynna spot them in the street
Them bullets hit tops them hollows knocking out his teeth
Where your big brother at we ain't seen him in a week
He was dissing on the net till we underneath
I been staying up on the block your homie stay up on your tee
I cant feel none these opps you know we call them a disease
I've been smoking out the pound so know we blowing down the tree
I've been fresh up out the lot and now I'm serving to the feigns
I was only fifteen and I was toting on the beam
When I lost my big cuz know that shit felt like a dream
I kept pouring up codeine feel asleep right off that lean
If they ever try to catch me imma score right with my heat
Down in KY getting caught up with a p
If you ever try to run up I'm known to up that thing
Me and D-Man in the trap we was trynna get some bling
If i ever get killed just know I'm dying with my heat
We was looking for opps trynna spot them in the street
Them bullets hit tops them hollows knocking out his teeth
Where your big brother at we ain't seen him in a week
He was dissing on the net till we underneath
I been staying up on the block your homie stay up on your tee
I cant feel none these opps you know we call them a disease
I've been smoking out the pound so know we blowing down the tree
If you really got a chopper homeboy then hold it up
Why you wearing ski masks if your ass ain't running up?
If you talking on that shit homeboy better strap up
Everybody fucking dying fuck that thing that they call luck
I was really in the trap and I was toting on them guns
We was shooting at the opps and we was doing it for fun
Counting so much money that I need a new thumb
If you talking all the shit homeboy what is you dumb
If i ever get killed just know I'm dying with my heat
We was looking for opps trynna spot them in the street
Them bullets hit tops them hollows knocking out his teeth
Where your big brother at we ain't seen him in a week
He was dissing on the net till we underneath
I been staying up on the block your homie stay up on your tee
I cant feel none these opps you know we call them a disease
I've been smoking out the pound so know we blowing down the tree