Lud Foe - Heat lyrics

[Intro] Lud Foe, Boochie gang b**h! You know how I'm rockin' b**h b**h! No Hooks! Get yo guns up, Get yo funds up! You on that opp sh** get mopstick, b**h! [Verse] p**y n***a watch ya' mouth when you talkin' bout' me You gon' make me send them k**a's in ya' house while you sleep b**h Cause' n***as always wanna rap beef You might find em' on the internet, won't find them in the streets If you looking for me n***a you can find me with my heat Run and real, too deep, its just me and my heat Got a hundred shot tricka' on the pa**enger seat Get a n***a off the streets, hit em with the street sweep I heard you ain't getting no money so you mad at me And they way I play the game you think I got a cheat sheet Say she gon' put it on me guess she tried to warn me s** me clean like some bleach, that lil' b**h a neat freak I got a lot of n***as hating on me but I like it though I see my future already but I'm not a psychic though Put my mask on now look like Micheal Myers hoe And if we talking hoes n***a I gon' f**ed alot of those b**h, I'm riding 26s rims big so I make big turns f** with me and foe nem' at yo head like some side burns That hot sh**, like you Katt Williams give you high perms b**h, I grinded til' it was my time now its my turn When I was trappin' n***a I sold more weed than Big Worm If you ain't talkin' bout' no cheese then I'm not concerned I'm a young street n***a and I be with them I don't f** with n***as, they be beggin' like Felicia nem' Foe nem' knock the top off his bottle, margarita him Big booty hoes, stripper b**hes, yeah I freak with them I just f** em once and kick em out, I can't sleep with them n***as tried to ride my wave thought that I wasn't peepin' them Catch em late at night, up these pipes, Grim Reaper him b**hes always tryin' to talk a n***a into keepin' them Old school chevy paint wet, b**h its candy red See the ginger bread man and we might rob him for his ginger bread Since I'm up, b**hes s** me up like some lemon heads Monkey see, Monkey do, Simon says, music chairs See me do some dirt boy you better not mention that These bullets come with pain but ain't no tellin' where you feel em at I keep big bank rolls and I ain't pocket pinchin' that I got a stash, count the money, make it stand up where the ceilin' at I hit you quick with this banana clip, then I peel it back Its a panoramic roof, gave my dealer the ceiling back You f**ing up, say he cuttin' up, but where his scissors at Millionaire baby paper chasin', where the billions at The real k**a's and the dealers know that you a p**y cat Got the super soaker, can't wait to get ya' p**y wet I met this b**h today and I'm already smashin that She a big booty b**h but I f** two b**hes right after that My watch a beast, Its a freak, Its a hoe catcher Hit the club we 100 deep like some protesters Pockets fat like that fat n***a Nutty Professor That's his b**h but I just stretched her out like a Bowflexer I work out on the stove lifting pots like a bench presser Whippin' strong, I get in the zone with the Arm and Hammer Who the f** this knocking at my do'? Its a dope fiend Say he want a deuce but he only had 15 Cold hearted young n***a, I was only 15 Remy's running round but I still had big dreams Say she wanna settle down but I don't know what that sh** mean Keep ya' heart to yourself, b**h I don't need you to love me Keep ya' hands by ya' side, b**h I don't want you to hug me Only know who turn it be cause only God can judge me This n***a lookin' at me, what f** he keep on lookin' fo' Make me cut ya' fingers off if I catch you in my cookie bowl I started off selling dope, didn't know how to cook it though Yeah, a fool with the wrist Water whippin', make you think I went to school for this sh** Dope finger lickin', make a junkie drool for this sh** Got a pack money and bought a tool with the sh** Put it in my bookbag and went to school with the b**h Just so I can have an automatic fully for a bully You gon' take my lunch money always wished a n***a pulled it I'll make it come in J color when I'm throwin' bullets Rest in peace homes Did alot of sh** I will never speak on Call my n***as if I ever need someone to reach on Love them old heads cause they always get they preach on I'm a dog, she a dog, cause I put a leash on her Smoking cookie out the zippy smell like real fareek on me [?] Hit the dealer cop a foreign n***a, ain't no leasing on it Don't even know which one I wanna buy, too hard to decide Wanna buy em' all, what I want, damn I forgot Got no time to wrestle with you n***as, I don't like the box Rather be up in a cell than laying in a box Remember I was on the corner, I had rocks in my socks Beat a n***a a**, watch my whole gang rush ya' b**h I'm f**ing with ya' feelings, let my whole gang f** ya' Young n***a in the field, Gucci cleats on I'm a street n***a so you know I put the streets on n***a playing with his motherf**ing life, must not want it n***a Better use ya' head before I put some bread on it Since you sleepin' on me, I'ma put ya d**h bed on it Trap filled with bunk beds, fruit meth heads on it I switched lines cause I think the ATF feds on me Pull up, got my trunk bangin' and my trap house bungin' n***as failure, I'm the teacher, I be flunkin' n***as They be jealous, make me wish I never had to f** with n***as Glad I seen it early, now I don't got to be stuck with n***as Think I'm Marshawn Lynch the way that I be trucking n***as [Outro] Gang, gang, b**h, gang gang! Outwest 290 sh** n***a No Hooks, gang! YSN, Young street n***as Skrr[x5]