HEAT (Draft) lyrics

[Hook: Ameer Vann]
Who done called the cops on my n*ggas?
Who done called the cops on my n*ggas?
That’s the first one to go, the first shot I blow
Who done called the cops on my n*ggas?
Who done called the cops on my n*ggas?

[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' sh*t, givin' issue
Another black man in the street, it's official
We riding out the spirit, we go another pistol
Huh, f*ck, another cop car
Cop coming on my block for the answers
b*tch, I only got a few questions
f*ck 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 sh*t 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 sh*t'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 f*ckin' menu
I’m dancing by myself, setting fire to the venue, motherf*cker
[Hook: Ameer Vann]
Who done called the cops on my n*ggas?
Who done called the cops on my n*ggas?
That’s the first one to go, the first shot I blow
Who done called the cops on my n*ggas?
Who done called the cops on my n*ggas?

[Bridge: Joba]
f*ck you!
I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back
f*ck you!
I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back
I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back
f*ck you!
I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back
f*ck you

[Verse 3: Matt Champion]
My old friend f*cked my girlfriend, I should’ve shot him
Pray to God about him, man, I hit the lotto
Yeah, my b*tch got badder, sh*t, my ass got badder
And I forgave them b*tches, so now it’s off to millions
I been f*cking 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 di*k about it
I hope you get offended, and this ain’t clean sh*t
This is p*ssing off the yacht with my b*tch 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 b*tch came in and rubbed up on me
I’m burning rubber, I pulled up on you