Bring the Heat
Ayy, real boss baby in the city, know I bring the heat
Bitch, I don't really wanna talk at all, so just keep it brief
Bitch, I've been tryna put my bruddas on, we gotta eat
I remember I was broke as fuck, they ain't wanna fuck with me
I'm sick of all this poverty, I swear that shit a real disease
Bitch, I'm a self-made nigga, ain't doin' shit for free
I been doin' my shit like, why the hell these niggas mad at me?
Bitch, I get that green, I pop my shit up on the fuckin' scene
These niggas cap make believe, how you believe everything you see?
She gon' pop the cat for me, dripped out, head to feet
Want a verse? pay a fee, bitch, I murder any beat
Red hair, her nails on fleek, yeah, she bad as she can be
Okay, okay, they was talkin' down, what they sayin' now?
Know I'ma soldier, I'ma get it lit, and I ain't turnin' down
These niggas goofy and they dick ride, get so fanned out
Talkin' bout exotic baby, you get hit up out of bounds
Ayy, real boss baby, in the city know I bring the heat
Bitch I don't really wanna talk at all, so just keep it brief
Bitch, I've been tryna put my bruddas on, we gotta eat
I remember I was broke as fuck, they ain't wanna fuck with me
I'm sick of all this poverty, I swear that shit a real disease
Bitch, I'm a self-made nigga, ain't doin' shit for free
I been doin' my shit, like why the hell these niggas mad at me?
Bitch, I get that green, I pop my shit up on the fuckin' scene
Ye, it's frozen, bitch, I'm cold up
You can't be outside, you know that shit is sold out
Nah, racks, racks, racks, money chains, nigga
Yeah, when I was in school, niggas weren't bangin', nigga
Yeah, nigga acting tough, but they not shooters, nigga
Yeah, you say, who you with? I'm with my bruddas, nigga
Yeah, they like, what you thinkin'? I said, dollas, nigga
Nah, they like, what you thinkin'? I said, uh
Yeah, you the type of nigga that be snitchin' onna daylight
You the type of nigga that be flexin' on that bare life
Me and Brodie, with these hoes they know that we be steppin' right
I'm gon' shoot for sure if I'm open on that three point Line
Woah, yeah, woah, baby, just go slow
Yeah, slow, I'm gon' treat you right for sure
Yeah, for sure, will you be my Mi amor?
Will you, yeah, amor
Yeah, I know this ain't right, but you can't say that it's my fault
You be actin' right, something I ain't seen before
You said that we changed for the better, now you owe me
All I got is pain, after pain, I feel like lucki, woah
Bitch, I don't really wanna talk at all, so just keep it brief
Bitch, I've been tryna put my bruddas on, we gotta eat
I remember I was broke as fuck, they ain't wanna fuck with me
I'm sick of all this poverty, I swear that shit a real disease
Bitch, I'm a self-made nigga, ain't doin' shit for free
I been doin' my shit like, why the hell these niggas mad at me?
Bitch, I get that green, I pop my shit up on the fuckin' scene
These niggas cap make believe, how you believe everything you see?
She gon' pop the cat for me, dripped out, head to feet
Want a verse? pay a fee, bitch, I murder any beat
Red hair, her nails on fleek, yeah, she bad as she can be
Okay, okay, they was talkin' down, what they sayin' now?
Know I'ma soldier, I'ma get it lit, and I ain't turnin' down
These niggas goofy and they dick ride, get so fanned out
Talkin' bout exotic baby, you get hit up out of bounds
Ayy, real boss baby, in the city know I bring the heat
Bitch I don't really wanna talk at all, so just keep it brief
Bitch, I've been tryna put my bruddas on, we gotta eat
I remember I was broke as fuck, they ain't wanna fuck with me
I'm sick of all this poverty, I swear that shit a real disease
Bitch, I'm a self-made nigga, ain't doin' shit for free
I been doin' my shit, like why the hell these niggas mad at me?
Bitch, I get that green, I pop my shit up on the fuckin' scene
Ye, it's frozen, bitch, I'm cold up
You can't be outside, you know that shit is sold out
Nah, racks, racks, racks, money chains, nigga
Yeah, when I was in school, niggas weren't bangin', nigga
Yeah, nigga acting tough, but they not shooters, nigga
Yeah, you say, who you with? I'm with my bruddas, nigga
Yeah, they like, what you thinkin'? I said, dollas, nigga
Nah, they like, what you thinkin'? I said, uh
Yeah, you the type of nigga that be snitchin' onna daylight
You the type of nigga that be flexin' on that bare life
Me and Brodie, with these hoes they know that we be steppin' right
I'm gon' shoot for sure if I'm open on that three point Line
Woah, yeah, woah, baby, just go slow
Yeah, slow, I'm gon' treat you right for sure
Yeah, for sure, will you be my Mi amor?
Will you, yeah, amor
Yeah, I know this ain't right, but you can't say that it's my fault
You be actin' right, something I ain't seen before
You said that we changed for the better, now you owe me
All I got is pain, after pain, I feel like lucki, woah
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Writer(s): Samson Sengiyumva
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