Heat Wave

I paid three just for my pants, I ain't waking right (Shit) Hit 'em with the left hook once now he ain't taking right I'ma run up that bag in silence I ain't the taking type I stepped in he changed his mood now he talking light Put some diamonds in my teeth, make 'em shine Now I'm taking bright Got the bag and now I'm finna bounce like a Spalding might Lil' bro was taking all that shit so I called him tight Hit him once now he gon' fall like leaves up in autumn right Big money came in on a weekday Lil' bro a joke don't listen what he say, uh Lil' bro got that heat on him, make a heat wave And bitch I keep a Bron James and a D Wade I heard what he say, I can tell he fucking capping Said you finna get me gone, it's been a year and nothing happened Bitch I keep the glocky for protection just like bubble wrapping If I see the bag I'm finna chase it I ain't double backing If I see the bag I'm finna run, I feel like Twisty P You played yo song, you tryna copy, you sound like a shitty me I walk out in 'Lencis and Team Milo, you ain't missing me One thing that you could never say is you're getting cheese One thing I'ma always say, you can't get it for free I can give you that one thing but you ain't get it from me I asked 'em who could f*ck with me Sound like crickets me I been killing shit for hours Seem like minutes to me Riding 'round in my fucking city, in a Trackhawk If you thought you could ever f*ck with me then hold that thought Bitch I'm stingy 'bout the bag it's mine I tell 'em back off You ain't getting chicken and you never had sauce Yeah, you a dry bitch If they asked you two questions 'bout yo bro You would dry snitch Trackhawk it go too fucking fast, you can't drive this Bitch I'm the goat, I feel like I'm Kobe, how could I miss I got a eye sore from looking at you fucking lames You said you'll get a bag get off your ass and nothing changed I would snap on they ass for a minute but it ain't enough to gain I might go chase the bag for a minute and then go Hutch the chain Bitch I'm too far at the top, you can't touch my name Running plays, but just know little bitch this ain't no fucking game I put on this drip and that shit feeling like a month of rain Trendsetter I step out and make the fucking waves Make the fucking waves, got drip like the whole ocean Bro just cracked a seal and made a whole potion Yeah we got them straps but we ain't pole boasting Hop in and beat his ass like I'm Hulk Hogan I kill shit in double time but this shit feel like slow motion Always finna score but I'ma pass the shit if bro open I played ya song that shit done made me laugh, yeah like no joking If my bro ain't behind me, then I won't go in If you rapping on a free for profit beat don't talk 'bout cheese If you really don't know shit about me then don't talk 'bout me They say talk is cheap, I said f*ck it money talk for me I ain't really got shit else to do, shit I might walk the beat I ain't really got shit else to do so I might snap a bit, you capping bitch You taking 'bout some shit but never had the shit Get the bag then dip, go and flex it on 'em on some passive shit No you can't do it like me, so just imagine it