Lyrics:
heat
Word on the street Soulo done done it again
Look at me
I used to match a dub sack with my friends
Now we smokin' by the O
Like the letters P and N
Drop top
Baller
Sauce up in my lane
$60,000
Frosted all my chains
Drop my whip so low
Damn my wrists so cold
In my bank is O's
Trappings all I know
me
I never would spit this game for free
I'm the T double O, S H O are T, I rock all stages and any parties
Any my style is gettin' bank, gettin'
Yea yea yea yea
Guap
I really go crazy a lot, a lot
You would think shawty a janitor just by the way I be making her mo-o-o-o-op
I really go crazy
don't stop
A-rock the rhythm that makes your finger pop
I said, "Ah, hip-hop, ah thanks a lot"
Ah, c'mon everybody gimme whatcha got
I'm gonna tell
Shooters
Killers
Mobsters
Gangsters
Shooters
We coming with
A lot of it
We coming with
A lot of it
Too many girls have been trying on my life
But I'm out
win, I can't lose (no sir)
Yup, crab and noodles, I'm eatin' crustaceans (paradise on my vacation)
My life real and I can't fake it (my life trill
Im allat uhh
Mix the shit
Then i operate like im allat uhh
All the plays that i called
Look where my balls at uhh
I should be hall of fame to a lot
Def done it
Who the ultimate? Yo my man speak upon it
Aiyyo I stop fools and drop jewels but never run it
Rock mics so nice I make you stock price
Lot of talk but I ain't feelin' shit
Damn right we in this bitch
Buddy get to trippin', guaranteed we finna end this bitch
Have my old shit, taking
'm focused on a check
I don't need love baby only want ya neck
Ignoring every call ignoring every text
A lot on my mental takin time for my self
Life's
don't stop
A-rock the rhythm that makes your finger pop
I said, "Ah, hip-hop, ah thanks a lot"
Ah, c'mon everybody gimme whatcha got
I'm gonna tell
Shooters
Killers
Mobsters
Gangsters
Shooters
We coming with
A lot of it
We coming with
A lot of it
Too many girls have been trying on my life
But I'm out
checks (Checks)
Hit the bank up and deposit
Keeping up with my image, rocking the best
Dripping water faucet (Faucet)
Mix and matching Dirty South with
Slide to the bank money fiend top of the ranks
Cash counting checks bounce that ass just for a spank
Withdrew my funds right up out that fucking safe
high puffin Hershey eyes yay high
Mami wanna ride you gotta mace mines
I mean put ya fuckin face by my waistline
Gudda going hard at a bitch
I don't
Heard ye yo, on the motherfuckin' mix
Aight...
Yo !
Beatnuts...
I'm like Conan dusted in a Cadillac raw hand
Makin'an assault with detail
room
Don't clean clothes, I hit show room
She's anorexic
No food so it's half the check up in Nobu
I got bad habit's and good habit's
Cheat a lot 'cause
Shibuya, sourcing fabrics
My truths sound like I'm flexing, yeah
I just made an investment
15-20 times my exit
A lot of y'all got money and
Don't know how
as a tattoo
Whipping this car right by you
Being too late on my curfew
Put dat on god as a taboo
Push u around like a moshpit
Got alot of cash in my wallet
Go
text
That mean she send a few flicks and I send a check
You 'memba Shonda, the one that had a Honda
Good head on her, you can learn a lot from her
Give me the rock, and I'ma show you all the ways to be the MVP
Even if you own a bank, you still can't check me
See, I was born for this, I ain't
A hem
What we have here is a very serious delicate situation
Lots of people out here always ridin' the dick hmmph
But check this out
I like
the way you players ball
Claimin that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false
I put my mack hand down ain't never been asound
I was havin
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