HEAT (Draft)

[Hook: Ameer Vann]

Who done called the cops on my niggas?

Who done called the cops on my niggas?

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

Who done called the cops on my niggas?

Who done called the cops on my niggas?

[Verse 1: Merlyn Wood]

Shotta, shotta

Who be that, the number one shotta?

Put a missile on you when I'm on your blocka

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 riding out the spirit, we go another pistol

Huh, fuck, another cop car

Cop coming on my block for the answers

Bitch, I only got a few questions

Fuck it, pon' mi mommy and mi bredren

[Verse 2: Dom McLennon]

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, that shit don't ever work

Just end up more broken down than when I started

And that concrete always hurts too

Started thinking I ain’t meant for life; but that’s too deep

Falling up into the ceiling while I’m drowning

In shit's creek of my emotions trying harder to be open

Talking 'bout release dates, I’m trying 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 dancing by myself, setting fire to the venue, motherfucker

[Hook: Ameer Vann]

Who done called the cops on my niggas?

Who done called the cops on my niggas?

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

Who done called the cops on my niggas?

Who done called the cops on my niggas?

[Bridge: Joba]

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

[Verse 3: Matt Champion]

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 badder, shit, my ass got badder

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

I been fucking sinning, hit the forehead

Chest, left, right, I’m grinning, 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 pissing off the yacht with my bitch on me

Wearin' mink on me, sippin' Cris’ on ya

Bet ya 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 burning rubber, I pulled up on you