Heat
We do not expect designer, to many demons to be fighting with your drama
I got her dress, two hundreds, and I still gotta drop another
My whip stunnin' harder like the summer
The sun hittin' too hard when we out the run up
The cold hittin' to hard when we in Atlanta
Phone calls, twenty twenty, I'm the better
Catch me outside with the same fit
You not outside, don't you lie B
Where's them guns you're talking
Im still around with no gang
I still need a bag for a hunnid, and I still need a bag from GD
Ain't gonna lie, I got PTSD, I been on top but I'm sad lowkey
Let me show you if you don't know
Top-top 5, I'm a top 1
Tap-tap in, Imma pop one
You got me too high, then you drop me for real
Hoppin' outside with a big rap deal
You cappin' too much you might be a superhero
Let me tell you something, something real
One day with me and the struggle is real
Won't let you go, this shit wack for real
This shit wack for real
I've seen somethings that you wanna be able to watch
Why do you want me to stop
I don't see no one around better than me or Jack
How do you feel watching me on a wall
I know you got it so imma' just roll
Only the realest gonna pop out the show
Pop out the show, baby on roll, this afterparty onna' boat
123, imma' pull up your side
456, imma' hit your vibe
789, for you ain't got nothin'
10, 11, 12, got fired
ABCDEFG, now you have been thru' school for a week
We do not expect designer, to many demons to be fighting with your drama
I got her dress, two hundreds, and I still gotta drop another
My whip stunnin' harder like the summer
The sun hittin' too hard when we out the run up
The cold hittin' to hard when we in Atlanta
Phone calls, twenty twenty, I'm the better
Catch me outside with the same fit
You not outside, don't you lie B
Where's them guns you're talking
Im still around with no gang
I still need a bag for a hunnid, and I still need a bag from GD
Ain't gonna lie, I got PTSD, I been on top but I'm sad lowkey
I told em', I got em'
Too many fakies all around the house
They say that I'm antisocial and they right
Cause' I don't like fucking with anyone fast
You gonna see me down onna' floor cause' stress
Hit so hard when you feel the best
I'm tired of being tired
Cause everything is a mess
Time for bros
Whats the word
Loyalty on the top
Take you right back to the back of the stage
Take off the top, I can fuck you all day
Baby won't kiss, cause' she feel in a place
Cameras loving to put that in frames
My baby lil' mama she thinks she's okay without me
But everytime I hit the phone she's so wet, (Wet)
Airforce 1 and I got them black
Hunnid white tee's if I go outside
Shopping spree when I'm in this days
Gotta keep high when I see them faces
(I gotta keep high when I see them faces, I gotta keep high when I see them)
We do not expect designer, to many demons to be fighting with your drama
I got her dress, two hundreds, and I still gotta drop another
My whip stunnin' harder like the summer
The sun hittin' too hard when we out the run up
The cold hittin' to hard when we in Atlanta
Phone calls, twenty twenty, I'm the better
Catch me outside with the same fit
You not outside, don't you lie B
Where's them guns you're talking
Im still around with no gang
I still need a bag for a hunnid, and I still need a bag from GD
Ain't gonna lie, I got PTSD, I been on top but I'm sad lowkey
I got her dress, two hundreds, and I still gotta drop another
My whip stunnin' harder like the summer
The sun hittin' too hard when we out the run up
The cold hittin' to hard when we in Atlanta
Phone calls, twenty twenty, I'm the better
Catch me outside with the same fit
You not outside, don't you lie B
Where's them guns you're talking
Im still around with no gang
I still need a bag for a hunnid, and I still need a bag from GD
Ain't gonna lie, I got PTSD, I been on top but I'm sad lowkey
Let me show you if you don't know
Top-top 5, I'm a top 1
Tap-tap in, Imma pop one
You got me too high, then you drop me for real
Hoppin' outside with a big rap deal
You cappin' too much you might be a superhero
Let me tell you something, something real
One day with me and the struggle is real
Won't let you go, this shit wack for real
This shit wack for real
I've seen somethings that you wanna be able to watch
Why do you want me to stop
I don't see no one around better than me or Jack
How do you feel watching me on a wall
I know you got it so imma' just roll
Only the realest gonna pop out the show
Pop out the show, baby on roll, this afterparty onna' boat
123, imma' pull up your side
456, imma' hit your vibe
789, for you ain't got nothin'
10, 11, 12, got fired
ABCDEFG, now you have been thru' school for a week
We do not expect designer, to many demons to be fighting with your drama
I got her dress, two hundreds, and I still gotta drop another
My whip stunnin' harder like the summer
The sun hittin' too hard when we out the run up
The cold hittin' to hard when we in Atlanta
Phone calls, twenty twenty, I'm the better
Catch me outside with the same fit
You not outside, don't you lie B
Where's them guns you're talking
Im still around with no gang
I still need a bag for a hunnid, and I still need a bag from GD
Ain't gonna lie, I got PTSD, I been on top but I'm sad lowkey
I told em', I got em'
Too many fakies all around the house
They say that I'm antisocial and they right
Cause' I don't like fucking with anyone fast
You gonna see me down onna' floor cause' stress
Hit so hard when you feel the best
I'm tired of being tired
Cause everything is a mess
Time for bros
Whats the word
Loyalty on the top
Take you right back to the back of the stage
Take off the top, I can fuck you all day
Baby won't kiss, cause' she feel in a place
Cameras loving to put that in frames
My baby lil' mama she thinks she's okay without me
But everytime I hit the phone she's so wet, (Wet)
Airforce 1 and I got them black
Hunnid white tee's if I go outside
Shopping spree when I'm in this days
Gotta keep high when I see them faces
(I gotta keep high when I see them faces, I gotta keep high when I see them)
We do not expect designer, to many demons to be fighting with your drama
I got her dress, two hundreds, and I still gotta drop another
My whip stunnin' harder like the summer
The sun hittin' too hard when we out the run up
The cold hittin' to hard when we in Atlanta
Phone calls, twenty twenty, I'm the better
Catch me outside with the same fit
You not outside, don't you lie B
Where's them guns you're talking
Im still around with no gang
I still need a bag for a hunnid, and I still need a bag from GD
Ain't gonna lie, I got PTSD, I been on top but I'm sad lowkey
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