Heat

I got pipe dreams of crack rocks and stripper poles

Of fuckin' centerfolds

So I got secrets only me and all my **** know

Of kickin' in the doors

I'll send a bitch to get ya

So don't play fuckin' stupid

I know you got the product

'Cause I can smell the money

I can taste the weed

Give me something, more body, only way I leave

I love to watch 'em squirm

I love when bitches bleed

If she suckin' on the barrel, you can't hear her scream

So kiss the fuckin' carpet, this aggravated larson

And then I'm out the door

It's monsters in your home

Black gloves, mask on, muzzle-plated chrome

Who done called the cops on my ****?

Who done called the cops on my ****?

That's the first one to go, the first shot I blow

Who done called the cops on my ****?

Who done called the cops on my ****?

Shotta, shotta, who be that, the number one shotta?

Put a missile on you when I'm on your block-a

It no be thing, no be issue when I'm off it

Off it, I'm off it

I got the magazine for the pistol

For any politician talkin' shit, givin' issue

Another black man in the street, it's official

We ridin' out the spirit, we go another pistol

Huh, fuck, another cracker

Cop comin' out on my block for the answers

Huh, I no get time for your question

Huh, this 'pon me mummy and me bredren

I hate the way I think, I hate the way it looms

I hate the way the things I say incinerate a room

I know I'm tryna change but it'll never work

Just end up more broken down than when I started

And that concrete feels the hardest every time I seem to touch it

Started thinkin' I ain't meant for life, but that's too deep

Fallin' up into the ceiling while I'm drownin'

In the creek of my emotions, tryin' harder to be open

Talkin' 'bout release dates, I'm tryin' to make it to tomorrow

Internal honesty could be the hardest pill to swallow

So I need two shots of everything, that's on the fuckin' menu

I'm dancin' with myself, settin' fire to the venue, motherfucker

Who done called the cops on my ****?

Who done called the cops on my ****?

That's the first one to go, the first shot I blow

Who done called the cops on my ****?

Who done called the cops on my ****?

Fuck you

I'll break your neck, so you can watch your back

Fuck you

I'll break your neck, so you can watch your back

I'll break your neck, so you can watch your back

Fuck you

I'll break your neck, so you can watch your back

Fuck you

My old friend fucked my girlfriend, I should've shot him

Pray to God about him, man, I hit the lotto

Yeah, my bitch got batter, shit, my ass got badder

And I forgave them bitches, so now it's off to millions

I been fuckin' sinnin', hit the forehead

Chest left, right, I'm grinnin'

Asses on the ceiling

And I got mirror feelings for all you lil' demons

Yeah, you see the chain, 'fore all y'all changed on me

Rearranged on me, suck a dick about it

I hope you get offended, and this ain't clean shit

This is pissin' off the yacht with my bitch on me

Wearin' mink on me, sippin' Cris' on you

Bet your life on it, I came to fight for it

Came in, raided all y'all pockets

And your bitch came in and rubbed up on me

I'm burnin' rubber, I pulled up on you