Heat

Smoking something lethal
And I don't care if it's legal
Life when you are black is illegal
We all got a taste for the Beamer

This is a switch
Turned to the max in this bitch
Cannot hold back I'm the Ish
I hit your bitch
She pulling up to my crib
She brought some friends so it's lit
This is a flex
Trapping out loud the banjo
Had to go pick up a cargo
I feel like Pablo
Running my biz like I'm chapo
Going outside with the gang bro

Going outside with the Gang
If you want smoke you gon get some
Always cloud nine over here
We hustle we smoke and we lay low
Remember them days I was dead broke
Mehn I came out the mud swear I had nun
All this niggas want war they ain't ready for it
Imma call up my plug see if he ready for me

You only talking you lips
Everybody know I gat it for real
Young nigga still be the one with the heat
All of my niggas are freaking so lit
This is as real as it gets
Every time that I pull up I wreck
I'm only here for the thrills
Counting my money and shit
Young nigga watch how you speak

Watch what you say to me
I told you niggaz not to play with me
Fucking with me wrong and issa emergency
All my niggaz got respect for me
Nigga don't fuck with me
I got money on my mind
I hustle everyday I be on my grind
I'm never gon stop till I be number one
Im a god so everything I say be Devine uh

I count my money and I count it again
If I buy one I can buy it again
If you buy yours I can buy it the same
I bought an iPhone and it's strictly for games
Nigga say he go take my chick dey funny me
The realest niggaz it be only we
Ima take your chick and give her the holy D
And when I'm done she won't stop calling me

You only talking you lips
Everybody know I gat it for real
Young nigga still be the one with the heat
All of my niggas are freaking so lit
This is as real as it gets
Every time that I pull up I wreck
I'm only here for the thrills
Counting my money and shit
Young nigga watch how you speak

Pappy Pappy Pappy show me the game
How you getting money show me the way
Been broke for a while now I wanna get paid
That be what my lil nigga said
I no dey want no lil nigga bag
Everybody want a real nigga friend
Don't like me, can kiss a real nigga ass

Young yeezy from the west
It's a different kind of flex
When we Pull up with the gang
You talking to the best
Ain't no pressure on this head
I push it to the left

Money goals
Dollar bills nigga
I say money goals
Dollar bills nigga
I say money goals
Dollar bill nigga
I say money goals

You only talking you lips
Everybody know I gat it for real
Young nigga still be the one with the heat
All of my niggas are freaking so lit
This is as real as it gets
Every time that I pull up I wreck
I'm only here for the thrills
Counting my money and shit
Young nigga watch how you speak



Credits
Writer(s): David Joseph, Pappy Sheed
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