Heat lyrics

[Intro]

Lud Foe, Boochie gang bitch!

You know how I'm rockin' bitch

Bitch! No Hooks!

Get yo guns up, Get yo funds up!

You on that opp shit get mopstick, bitch!

[Verse]

Pussy nigga watch ya' mouth when you talkin' bout' me

You gon' make me send them killa's in ya' house while you sleep bitch

Cause' niggas always wanna rap beef

You might find em' on the internet, won't find them in the streets

If you looking for me nigga you can find me with my heat

100 rounds, two deep, its just me and my heat

Got a hundred shot Draco on the passenger seat

Get a nigga 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

Suck me clean like some bleach, that lil' bitch a neat freak

I got a lot of niggas 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 nigga I done fucked alot of those

Bitch, I'm riding 26s rims big so I make wide turns

Fuck with me and foe nem' at yo head like some side burns

That hot shit, like you Katt Williams give you high perms

Bitch, I grinded til' it was my time now its my turn

When I was trappin' nigga 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 nigga and I be with them

I don't fuck with niggas, they be beggin' like Felicia nem'

Foe nem' knock the top off his bottle, margarita him

Big booty hoes, stripper bitches, yeah I freak with them

I just fuck em once and kick em out, I can't sleep with them

Niggas tried to ride my wave thought that I wasn't peepin' them

Catch em late at night, up these pipes, Grim Reaper him

Bitches always tryin' to talk a nigga into keepin' them

Old school chevy paint wet, bitch its candy red

See the ginger man and we might rob him for his ginger bread

Since I'm up, bitches suck 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 it 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 fucking up, say he cuttin' up, but where his scissors at

Millionaire baby paper chasin', where the billions at

The real killa's and the dealers know that you a pussy cat

Got the super soaker, can't wait to get ya' pussy wet

I met this bitch today and I'm already smashin that

She a big booty bitch but I fuck two bitches 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 nigga Nutty Professor

That's his bitch but I just stretched her 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 fuck this knocking at my do'?

Its a dope fiend

Say he want a deuce but he only had 15

Cold hearted young nigga, 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 shit mean

Keep ya' heart to yourself, bitch I don't need you to love me

Keep ya' hands by ya' side, bitch I don't want you to hug me

Only know who turn it be cause only God can judge me

This nigga lookin' at me, what fuck 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 shit

Dope finger lickin', make a junkie drool for this shit

Got a pack money and bought a tool with the shit

Put it in my bookbag and went to school with the bitch

Just so I can have an automatic fully for a bully

You gon' take my lunch money always wished a nigga pulled it

I'll make it come in J cutler when I'm throwin' bullets

Rest in peace homes

Did alot of shit I will never speak on

Call my niggas 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 reefer on me [?]

Hit the dealer cop a foreign nigga, 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 niggas, 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 nigga ass, watch my whole gang rush ya'

Bitch I'm fucking with ya' feelings, let my whole gang fuck ya'

Young nigga in the field, Gucci cleats on

I'm a street nigga so you know I put the streets on

Nigga playing with his motherfucking life, must not want it nigga

Better use ya' head before I put some bread on it

Since you sleepin' on me, I'ma put ya death 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'

Niggas failure, I'm the teacher, I be flunkin' niggas

They be jealous, make me wish I never had to fuck with niggas

Glad I seen it early, now I don't got to be stuck with niggas

Think I'm Marshawn Lynch the way that I be trucking niggas

[Outro]

Gang, gang, bitch, gang gang!

Outwest 290 shit nigga

No Hooks, gang!

YSN, Young street niggas

Skrr [x5]

• Artist:Lud Foe
• Album:No Hooks (2016)