Devlin - Heat Up lyrics

[Verse 1] When I come through they're sweating, like Lee Evans And when I drop bars yeah the question beckons Am I coming for that number one slot or will I come second Of course I won't my styles lethal, just like weapons I know what I know, don't care what you reckon I want more dough than David Beckham My boys blaze zoots and beers we neck 'em off So you can s** out cause I spit bars on the mic then I duck out And if I'm in the place then get the f** out You come across me blood your lucks out, yeah And no I'm just not giving up, nar I don't give a f** Yeah I'm gonna live it up So bring your boys an ill hit 'em up Now pa** me the mic, let me rip it up yeah And you can't get drastic, everybody knows that your fake and your plastic So please don't come with that wack sh** Sound boy I think you need a new tactic I'm Devlin yeah I smash it, you'll be getting dashed in the back of the Transit Cause I've had enough of your antics Your not a war boy, nar you're a prang b**h And you don't bang clips, your gay now you don't bang chicks OK now were gonna make chips I've had enough of these little fake pricks yeah And were lunatics, so bring your boys and we'll slew the pricks Got more style than Ludacris I'll merk your crew, I'm not new to this Spray like a Magnum, the worlds deadliest handgun I've been around son I'm the quiet type, I'm not a loud one But if I feel blows, I'm a loud one And I spray like a mac, fast repeating and black Automatic and that I'll make your body movement, erratic and that I'm more ill than an asthmatic on crack And I shoot like a shotty, spit bars to your body Blood I'm not shoddy, my styles fat like Blobby I'll leave your body curled up in the lobby Believe that's my hobby Shoot like a tech, war man will blaze in the neck We bun them hot bars to the neck Shoot like a tech, war man will blaze in the neck We bun them hot bars to the neck yeah You can't play the hero This is Cape Fear and yeah I'm De Niro You must have wax in your ear hole Told you not to spray with this weirdo I'm weird because I spit the real sh**, stuff you can feel sh** Not about the steal clips Who says crime never pays, crime kings bling with rings round my ways What they know about all night parties? Blazing green at 7 in the morning With hardly no snout in the zoot And smoking k**s but f** the warning Waking up at 8 pm, getting ready then doing it again Drinking bears, blazing peng Skanking out till 10 am [Verse 2] Bring your boys I'm having 'em hung Devlin yeah I'm that Dagenham scum See me and Fats there blazing the zoots With Joe French and the rest of the crew The smoke goes through the stairs in the tower Willsey has to reload every hour Dagenham streets, cold and sour If the girls bu*ters don't allow her, nar Just draw that protection, roll that sh** back down you erection And your girls not Terry, she's ours And sound boy, your not having one segment On this microphone I sense tension Your styles long like your girls extensions So here's a suggestion, shut your boat 'less I ask you a question I've got more than the tools of the trade And I want rings with j**els and just bade And I wanna go Spain, in the pool with the babes Sip drinks in the cool and the shade So I'm gonna start schooling their face Let 'em know that its wrong to be fooling your mates I don't care if you rule in your gates Cuz i'll smash a tool in your face And sound boy your small in this race Your just a beginner, blood I'm a winner And I'm hungry for papes Want them for breakfast, brunch, lunch and dinner And I'm a joker, like Frank Skinner But if I switch then i'll turn to a k**er I'm Devastate boy, iller for realer I'm the white beast, i'll be no gorilla They say I ain't got what it takes But I spit real though not like the fakes I'm on plot not leaving a trace I spit hot, bring heat in the place Yeah I'm young and I've made some mistakes But I guess its all trial and error I'm Devastation, now is my era So I'm gonna open my file of terror Now its gonna rain ash from the heavens Face kicked back while I start the ma**acre In the driving seat I'm no pa**enger Confidential like Kim Basinger Yeah and i'll be merk and harrasing ya Cause you ain't ready for my minions Low the short change, gonna make the millions Low the millions, after the trillions No I didn't have a good home life Concentrating on me, take a look at your own life I've gotta flow right Devastate white boy, I'm my own type Yeah believe that I'm my own f**ing person MC's I will merk em It's my time, best role back the curtain You can tell your boys that ill burn 'em I'll put a hammer in their sternum And these swag might men I've gotta teach and learn 'em And if you want war, ill merk your crew Like England merked the Germans Yeah and you can tell your boys I'll kidnap, pimp and sell your boys Cuz you ain't nothing but fakes and snakes See you on the road, won't give I just take