808 Mafia - Trackman Heat (FreeVerse) lyrics

Ya'll n***as are see-through / especially in your b**h eyes I'm Malcolm in the Middle, Homie / in-between your b**h tights Smoking on that bomb dank / call my crib the drunk tank Damn that girl give bomb brain / She sallow the whole thang TheGreatUs is the Cocaine in Cobane / blowin up like propane Gradualy gain progress / the squeeze make you n***as go to sleep from conscience The rhythm of Rambo / introduction to the f**in dirt No matter the cost / Need seconds cause I hunger for first Vampiric Thurst, Breathe in / then instill fear before my insert I'm in her, dim lights and dinners / Winner with road rage. I rear end her Sinner with no faith / real n***as never hiss with the snakes Tiger fangs are filled with bones from crushed opponents Crazy, screws are loose call me missing components Real sh** the fake isn't wanted No Convo's cause there is nothings in common (Boy my peeps house is in the deep south streets lights are lights out Crawfish and lil red potatoes in the pot. It be Hot, The sun doesnt give a damn if you in the shade or not.) I been at the top, soon as I entered the door bruh / My mouth produces paralyzing poisons call me King Cobra Early Bird Energy the Worms f** with folgers / Put'em in the lake they frozen Watch you p**y drown while we smokin 2 High my lvl Stratus Clouds. She's a terrorist on a 747 going down Plethera of weed and eighth of shrooms.... TGU my HQ, Fortress of Doom my revenue NSV my neighborhood raised with them goons, Insane Fool turned into Minnesota Loon Yo, I am cruising through this winter wasteland in search of rubberbands Hate will soon completely consume the face of man Boca Del Monstruo, Open jaws. Holding it down, Lion paws Fangs in the neck, no breathe in the lungs Hearts on my sleeve so my girls in my arms My minds on the green but the bush is buried deep within this burning blunt If you trippin out I proceed to ask what the f** you on I enter the ring ready to lay ya, Uriah Faber Know every move as if The Dragon Lee was my neighbor I inhale the rebel, sweet erroneous vapors Usually produced by whats roll in up these papers haters