In Heat (feat. K General)

Yea Yea Yea
Yeaaaaaaa Ahhhhhh

I'm a dog and I'm in heat
I'm trynna fuck a freak
I'm not crippin
But for my brothers
Imma throw up Cs
I'm doing shit
These n*gas hate to see
If it's boutta boom
It's boutta bing
Load the clip with many things
Told em I just need the truth
They started turning faces
Told em they move weird around me
They keep moving weird about it
That's they best call
Stand on what they stand on
On my doley imma stand tall
Them niggas won't last long
Ya ya ya

Ya ya ya
How many n*gas bounce back
From they losses
He took bro
And his life is what it cost him
Devil on my shoulder
And I can't shake him off me
God don't make the devil win
Keep me holy
When we sitting floor seats
Just know we balling
Feel like Michael Jordan
And that boy a rookie
Why you think you fw me
Never folding under pressure

Smoking gumbo as I roll by
Designer weed only way I get high
Designer feets only way I feel right
Triple S I wear it better
Steppin over all these puddles
Call us chain gang
All my n*gas pedal
She ride it like a bike
She like heavy metal
Girl I'm a rapstar
I got a different schedule
You just gotta catch up to me
I been on a different level

I'm a dog and I'm in heat
I'm trynna fuck a freak
I'm not crippin
But for my brothers
Imma throw up Cs
I'm doing shit
These n*gas hate to see
If it's boutta boom
It's boutta bing
Load the clip with many things
Told em I just need the truth
They started turning faces
Told em they move weird around me
They keep moving weird about it
That's they best call
Stand on what they stand on
On my doley imma stand tall
Them niggas won't last long
Ya ya ya

Them n*gas won't last long
I know some n*gas hopped up
Off that field
And they ain't make it back home
Make you wanna put that jersey back on
Make you wanna put that all black on
Yaaa
Gotta earn your stripes no veteran
Let me know if n*gas talking smoke
Cuz we gon settle it
If it ain't bout nothing
We ain't stressing it
If it ain't bout nothing
We ain't stressing it
Yea uh
To bring back my dawgs
This rap shit I'll trade that
No we ain't sitchy
Till we in a maybach
God forgive me for them sins
And you know we can't change that

I'm a dog and I'm in heat
I'm trynna fuck a freak
I'm not crippin
But for my brothers
Imma throw up Cs
I'm doing shit
These n*gas hate to see
If it's boutta boom
It's boutta bing
Load the clip with many things
Told em I just need the truth
They started turning faces
Told em they move weird around me
They keep moving weird about it
That's they best call
Stand on what they stand on
On my doley imma stand tall
Them niggas won't last long
Ya ya ya



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Writer(s): Kareem Paker, Terrell Ford
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