Heat

[Intro: Kodak Black]

Uh

Tied, they dead flies everywhere, you heard me?

Tag-team me

Finesse, two of 'em (X.O. think he all that)

Hey

[Chorus: Kodak Black]

I’m in Miami with my Heat

I’m out on the front street

Too late to squash the beef

There’s blood on the concrete

Drop a hundred on my piece

You can look, but don’t touch me

I’m a romantic-ass, gangsta-ass nigga, but ain’t nothin’ sweet

[Chorus: Kodak Black]

I’m in Miami with my Heat

I’m out on the front street

Too late to squash the beef

There’s blood on the concrete

Drop a hundred on my piece

You can look, but don’t touch me

I’m a romantic-ass, gangsta-ass nigga, but ain’t nothin’ sweet

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]

I’m in the cut for the beat

Take over niggas’ cities, send ‘em a cease and desist

Send a chopper up in your hood to bring the killers to me

Make sure that young niggas eat, then I have ‘em standin’ for me (?)

Yeah, this shit really easy

I solve a nigga with my same [unclear]

Lil bitch static throw my vibe off, ain’t matchin’ my frequenc’ (?)

Around my way, I’m really top dog, the lame won’t believe this shit (?)

I’m on the ugly corner right now, but ain’t nothin’ bout me hideous

They say they all on the S O team, and tryouts ain’t recent (?)

I saw that babe, I fucked her mouth, but now I’m countin’ her previous (?)

My youngin runnin' guns, takin’ trips to Savannah

Lamar says “get the ball”, and shot the nigga on camera (?)

Throw it back, I’ll make it rain, yeah

I'm the center (?)

Four bodies in the same year, fresh out the slammer

All these niggas screamin’ gang shit, we do a lil’ there (?)

Everybody with me are the same, ‘til we pop off, whatever (?)

And the youngin got the young nigga jumpin' through hundreds (?)

Everybody poppin’ checks, poppin’ ‘nics, poppin’ them pizzils

Yuh, lay back in the Maybach, it’s just me and the members

Free my nigga, Flippa manhunt, bitch I remember (?)

[Chorus: Kodak Black]

I’m in Miami with my Heat

I’m out on the front street

Too late to squash the beef

There’s blood on the concrete

Drop a hundred on my piece

You can look, but don’t touch me

I’m a romantic-ass, gangsta-ass nigga, but ain’t nothin’ sweet

[Chorus: Kodak Black]

I’m in Miami with my Heat

I’m out on the front street

Too late to squash the beef

There’s blood on the concrete

Drop a hundred on my piece

You can look, but don’t touch me

I’m a romantic-ass, gangsta-ass nigga, but ain’t nothin’ sweet

[Verse 2: Lil Jairmy]

[Unclear] nigga run this shit, don’t call me by my government

Bought 200 bows for the low and I ain’t frontin’ shit (?)

Might pull up in a Cullinan, I just went and bought another stick

I know these niggas ain’t act right, I saw Kendrick cum in it

My load be so heavy, it’s gigantic when I get it

My shooter so Satanic, he a veteran on the mission

I done under shot a 6, we be thuggin’ niggas bitch (?)

I made millions in these trenches, murder, murder, ammunition

(unclear) on the floor, these niggas gettin’ stepped over

Trustin’ all these hoes, she slept alone the last time she slept over (?)

Once you drop that check, I’ll get your list and put an X on it

They got beef with Double G, and that’s your people you need to check on (?)

They don’t like to see you eat, these niggas’ll get to wishin’ death on you

I ain’t gotta hire no killer, I fuck around and send myself on you

When you speak up on my nigga name, make sure you put respect on it

I’m on the east side with my heat, we run the streets from here to they corner

[Unclear] lot of real killers, you ain’t one of ‘em

I know plenty freaks, I never sleep with none of ‘em

Switches on these pistols, fifty shots in every one of 'em

My shootin' twenty racks ahead, it give you six, you bring a hundred (?)

[Chorus: Kodak Black]

I’m in Miami with my Heat

I’m out on the front street

Too late to squash the beef

There’s blood on the concrete

Drop a hundred on my piece

You can look, but don’t touch me

I’m a romantic-ass, gangsta-ass nigga, but ain’t nothin’ sweet

[Chorus: Kodak Black]

I’m in Miami with my Heat

I’m out on the front street

Too late to squash the beef

There’s blood on the concrete

Drop a hundred on my piece

You can look, but don’t touch me

I’m a romantic-ass, gangsta-ass nigga, but ain’t nothin’ sweet