D Savage - Heata lyrics

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D Savage - Heata lyrics

(Verse One) (Negroic) Negroic comin in hot I'm finna hop up on this track When you see DC come in he tote that motherf**in gat If you talk that sh** then say it to my face and not my back Cause Negroic came in with the mutherf**in strap Okay lets get it I got that 45 and I got that 50 And as soon as they heard “I Hit Licks” they knew not to f** with me Lets get trippy I got shrooms, coke, weed, and pills Enough codeine to get you filled But you try to rob me you gon get yo self k**ed Now lets be real Money stack high like a mountain Countin these bricks but i ain't an accountant These f**boys talk but they really ain't bout it Imma let the chop spray like a muf**in fountain Pull the weed out and they all gather round it I stay fly like planes these other boys grounded Smoke a few L's now my vision is clouded I move bricks boy, i don't know ounces Ask me who sellin' Thats Negroic he a muf**in felon I rep Ragsdale if you don't you jealous Well teach a cowboy a muf**in lesson That Smith and Wesson extended clips Me and D-Savage gon hit that lick Run in yo house take ya sh** real quick And last but not least we gon f** ya b**h Now lets get it (Chorus) Damn I got that heata Damn I got that heata If you f** with me or DC you gon see I got that heata (x4) (Verse Two) (Negroic) Yeah i told you it's Negroic but this time I ain't alone When I was writing this my boy D-Savage called me on the phone Now you know that we be steady whipping c**aine in the kitchen We be cooking up bricks while we cooking up lyrics (D-Savage) Quit rapping for 9 months and got called up for a feature Speak the truth all day, they call me Sunday preacher Hunnit bricks and kilos I got lots of heat bro Chopper with the 38, hit you in your feet ho f** Southwest the anthem Snatch ya mom for ransom I got lots of diamonds With a private island Trophies all around you can tell I won the heisman Found your mom, kidnapped her using f**ing White Page Gold chain on me look like a damn ice age Find me in Grandover playing golf like a white kid Take my verses and sell them really high that's a high bid All we wear is Louie, Prada, Fendi f** around red dot on your head like a bindi Codeine all around so you know we stay trippy Negroic keep the d**, I move the bricks Three hundred sixty-five 24/7 we hit licks (Chorus)