Heat Check

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They ain't want to listen I sat em down
Played them the tape and they clapping now 
Niggas done graduated from that local shit
Catch me wearing my cap and gown 
I did my city due diligence
Keep it hundred no capping now 
Niggas be claiming they kilt shit 
Really they innocent sit em down 

I heard you talking that drill shit 
That's how these niggas get killed quick 
Niggas start busting that iron 
Put one in your eye and skate heel flip 
If you think I'm pussy or lying 
Then lil nigga try me Ill show real quick 
Run up get done up we throwing hands
But all of my niggas got the steel gripped
Gripped tight 
I ain't a shooter I rather pull up and do fist fights
Wrist ice 
That's how I want it I'm writing and working them long nights
Bitch ice 
Cold like December run game on a nigga that's my type
Yall type 
Twitter beef pussy pull up catch the next flight 
I put my lil niggas on 
I ain't just out here writing songs 
These niggas ain't doing what I'm doing 
These niggas ain't on what I'm on 
If you feel the lyrics sing along  
If you cant get with it change the song 
Imma keep doing what I'm doing 
And wait til as friend put you on 

They ain't want to listen I sat em down
Played them the tape and they clapping now 
Niggas done graduated from that local shit
Catch me wearing my cap and gown 
I did my city due diligence
Keep it hundred no capping now 
Niggas be claiming they kilt shit
Really they innocent sit em down 

Sit em down seat check 
My lil nigga shooting like heat check 
Go to Miami and f*ck up the city 
And we getting litty off heat checks 
Big stepper like dwayne wade 
Team of shooters we the deep threats 
Go back to my city its strictly business 
Doing some shit you ain't peep yet 
I try to stay off the internet 
Unless I'm promoting the music 
Twitter fingers we ain't into that 
Loose lips leave you toothless 
Snap a nigga like a toothpick 
All my women be super thick 
Thick bitch black skin 
Might just take her out to ruth's chris 
Order steak didn't plate hit the telly and the truth is
Head straight pussy great but she gave it up too quick 
Two threes one six I got my city they with me bitch 
Reach back one three you balling on rookie this vet shit 

They ain't want to listen I sat em down
Played them the tape and they clapping now 
Niggas done graduated from that local shit
Catch me wearing my cap and gown 
I did my city due diligence
Keep it hundred no capping now 
Niggas be claiming they kilt shit
Really they innocent sit em down

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Written by: Ighaala-khemein Kuteh

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