ERA - HEAT Lyrics

They wanna feel the vibe, so these bitches hit my phone
Want me on the regular, they don't leave me alone
Two phones, shorty still I'm moving on my own
I've been spending proper still you know my paper long
Racks up to the sky, I could flex on every hoe
Now they wanna hit me, I'm the one they missing on
I move like CB, you like in COD a Bot
Rookie boy, she giving me the top, I'm at the top
Pipe her down, she eyeing me, she hot on every crease
Cooking every morning, cause I give her what she need
She don't want you back now, I'm the one you wanna be
I stay in my bag, that's the reason she want me
Yea the bitch will ride for me, if I tell her ride for me
Drop the beat and kill you on the verse, I do it violently
Dogs in my kennel, let em feast, I let em eat
Never had the pussy, they in heat, so I release 'em
Stay back, back, back
All I need is money, so I stack, stack, stack
All these women want it, so I mack, mack, mack
Give me all my money before I bap, bap, bap
Before I bap, bap, bap
Yeah, I got that heat, they ask how I stay on beat
Yeah, I got the heat, don't ask for shit, it's all for me
You ain't even want it, boy, I got a game on me
Cruising through the city, know we stay avoiding heat
Yeah, I got that heat, they ask how I stay on beat
Yeah, I got the heat, don't ask for shit, it's all for me
You ain't even want it, boy, I got a game on me
Cruising through the city, know we stay avoiding heat