Heatwave

Ay, niggas get shot every day, B

You tough, right?

Ay, ay, 'migo left my blood on the pavement (damn)

Everything about me 'bout the payment (ay)

I eat goodie, my pocket's impatient (okay)

He ran up and got turned to a patient (okay)

I came up and I left in amazement

I was broke, tryna get out the basement

Amigo say I'm nothing to play with

We used to hustle for shoes and white tank top when the days got hotter

'Migo, I been working in the trap and turned working in Gucci

I reach in the pocket and I pulled out some Prada

Ay, 'migo like Bobby and Whitney

See me swervin', I'm bobbin' and weavin' (okay)

I been workin', I'm plottin' and schemin' (okay)

My feet burnin', me go out with demons

Uh, ay, I'm too turnt up, I think I'm hearin' voices

That's tellin' me crash and go put one of the opps in a hearse

I made the crowd disperse, I'm pushin' up, park the car, back it up in reverse

I ain't make time to converse

Is it better or worse, amigo down for whatever it's worth

Ay, said, where y'all from, nigga?

We stretched a hundred for seven days so the fam could eat

My OG used to walk in the trap, but he still made it back here to pass the preach

Say, nigga, never speak on nothin'

Take place in his house, let's talk to police

I ain't never stayed in a spot for too long growin' up, it was hard tryin' to keep police

Every time niggas try to ask me where I'm from, I just look out the window and point at the street

Nowadays, you can tell if a nigga a pussy or real by the way that he handle his beef

Back then, when you out in the school, you could tell who was rich

And who broke when they point at your feet

Amigo, damn, can you handle the heat?

Yeah, they know how I get, everyone got the white sheets

We take niggas' Patek Philippes

Had a big baby, Kate, the one that can't eat

When I'm ridin' Ts, when I'm talkin', I'm sleepin'

Go creep with them TLCs

Look at my niggas, think I got a disease

I fly bitch, from T.A. to overseas

All I do is buy Gen-5s for Gs (Gen-5)

Can't put a switch on them back-ass D's

I took a pack and a scrap on the beach, I took a Glock on a bus with the team

Yeah, yeah, I grew up, them hos start a riot

These babies in the trap, so be quiet

Had to gamble, them crap, that's life, I ride with that gang to the fire

You know how they look and get shot in your eyes

And I'm good with the shits and fives

When you take a bitch and get shot in her thighs

She went under the needle, her ass got bigger

Her body's on there while we buyin' them pistols

Takin' that shit, we not buyin' prescription

I'm with two, and we bring out all kinds of bitches

Your heart ain't know, I just signed the titties