F I got the heat
You know I'ma blow
She stay for the week
But she one of my hoes
These niggas be iffy
Damn I can't call em bro
If you don't get stopped on the way to the top
Then what you grinding fo'
If I got the heat
You know I'ma blow
She stay for the week
But she one of my hoes
These niggas be iffy
Damn I can't call em bro
If you don't get stopped on the way to the top
Then what you grinding fo'
Staying hungry I get to my chicken
I'an worried bout no opposition
Blowing a check get it right back
I run it up
Niggas stay on a mission
Walking down I'an asking permission
Put my bruddas in better positions
Smoking za like that shit a tradition
Say you up what's the real definition
I been fighting demons and I don't get fatigued
Come to the trap and I got what you need
Smoking exotic not regular weed
And I don't do the talking bitch get on yo knees
She sing like Adell when I'm rolling in deep
Got a lil cough sipping on codeine
I'm what ya boyfriend really wanna be
Keep em guessing so I'm moving discrete
I don't know why these lil niggas be chatting
Man this shit can get real deeper than rapping
Spin the block up and we gon catch him lacking
Double back and we slowing down action
And all my money got it out the backend
Head while I'm facing relaxing
Benjis and me no retracting
Drip like a nose need a napkin
If I got the heat
You know I'ma blow
She stay for the week
But she one of my hoes
These niggas be iffy
Damn I can't call em bro
If you don't get stopped on the way to the top
Then what you grinding fo'
If I got the heat
You know I'ma blow
She stay for the week
But she one of my hoes
These niggas be iffy
Damn I can't call em bro
If you don't get stopped on the way to the top
Then what you grinding fo'
2000 jays I done smoked
I'm a monster
Stay with weed and my twists
I am a rasta
Don't got no off white
But proceed with caution
Trigger finger at you
Like an imposter
These boys among us
But ain't really with us
Calculating money
While adding these digits
I'm smoking these woods
Overcoming my bridges
I shit on these niggas
Like I was a pigeon
And I never folded go look at the records
These niggas be envy they know they can't catch us
Smoking this pain away f*ck a depression
Be trapping and rapping my full time profession
I roll up biscotti and face it no question
This lean in my liver it's causing congestion
Can't give shawdy brain
Gotta teach her a lesson
If feds bag me up
I can't make a confession
If I got the heat
You know I'ma blow
She stay for the week
But she one of my hoes
These niggas be iffy
Damn I can't call em bro
If you don't get stopped on the way to the top
Then what you grinding fo'
If I got the heat
You know I'ma blow
She stay for the week
But she one of my hoes
These niggas be iffy
Damn I can't call em bro
If you don't get stopped on the way to the top
Then what you grinding fo'
Hi-Lo - Heat (feat. Saloo) Lyrics
Hi-Lo - Heat (feat. Saloo) Lyrics
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F I got the heat
You know I'ma blow
She stay for the week
But she one of my hoes
These niggas be iffy
Damn I can't call em bro
If you don't get stopped on the way to the top
Then what you grinding fo'
If I got the heat
You know I'ma blow
She stay for the week
But she one of my hoes
These niggas be iffy
Damn I can't call em bro
If you don't get stopped on the way to the top
Then what you grinding fo'
Staying hungry I get to my chicken
I'an worried bout no opposition
Blowing a check get it right back
I run it up
Niggas stay on a mission
Walking down I'an asking permission
Put my bruddas in better positions
Smoking za like that shit a tradition
Say you up what's the real definition
I been fighting demons and I don't get fatigued
Come to the trap and I got what you need
Smoking exotic not regular weed
And I don't do the talking bitch get on yo knees
She sing like Adell when I'm rolling in deep
Got a lil cough sipping on codeine
I'm what ya boyfriend really wanna be
Keep em guessing so I'm moving discrete
I don't know why these lil niggas be chatting
Man this shit can get real deeper than rapping
Spin the block up and we gon catch him lacking
Double back and we slowing down action
And all my money got it out the backend
Head while I'm facing relaxing
Benjis and me no retracting
Drip like a nose need a napkin
If I got the heat
You know I'ma blow
She stay for the week
But she one of my hoes
These niggas be iffy
Damn I can't call em bro
If you don't get stopped on the way to the top
Then what you grinding fo'
If I got the heat
You know I'ma blow
She stay for the week
But she one of my hoes
These niggas be iffy
Damn I can't call em bro
If you don't get stopped on the way to the top
Then what you grinding fo'
2000 jays I done smoked
I'm a monster
Stay with weed and my twists
I am a rasta
Don't got no off white
But proceed with caution
Trigger finger at you
Like an imposter
These boys among us
But ain't really with us
Calculating money
While adding these digits
I'm smoking these woods
Overcoming my bridges
I shit on these niggas
Like I was a pigeon
And I never folded go look at the records
These niggas be envy they know they can't catch us
Smoking this pain away f*ck a depression
Be trapping and rapping my full time profession
I roll up biscotti and face it no question
This lean in my liver it's causing congestion
Can't give shawdy brain
Gotta teach her a lesson
If feds bag me up
I can't make a confession
If I got the heat
You know I'ma blow
She stay for the week
But she one of my hoes
These niggas be iffy
Damn I can't call em bro
If you don't get stopped on the way to the top
Then what you grinding fo'
If I got the heat
You know I'ma blow
She stay for the week
But she one of my hoes
These niggas be iffy
Damn I can't call em bro
If you don't get stopped on the way to the top
Then what you grinding fo'
You know I'ma blow
She stay for the week
But she one of my hoes
These niggas be iffy
Damn I can't call em bro
If you don't get stopped on the way to the top
Then what you grinding fo'
If I got the heat
You know I'ma blow
She stay for the week
But she one of my hoes
These niggas be iffy
Damn I can't call em bro
If you don't get stopped on the way to the top
Then what you grinding fo'
Staying hungry I get to my chicken
I'an worried bout no opposition
Blowing a check get it right back
I run it up
Niggas stay on a mission
Walking down I'an asking permission
Put my bruddas in better positions
Smoking za like that shit a tradition
Say you up what's the real definition
I been fighting demons and I don't get fatigued
Come to the trap and I got what you need
Smoking exotic not regular weed
And I don't do the talking bitch get on yo knees
She sing like Adell when I'm rolling in deep
Got a lil cough sipping on codeine
I'm what ya boyfriend really wanna be
Keep em guessing so I'm moving discrete
I don't know why these lil niggas be chatting
Man this shit can get real deeper than rapping
Spin the block up and we gon catch him lacking
Double back and we slowing down action
And all my money got it out the backend
Head while I'm facing relaxing
Benjis and me no retracting
Drip like a nose need a napkin
If I got the heat
You know I'ma blow
She stay for the week
But she one of my hoes
These niggas be iffy
Damn I can't call em bro
If you don't get stopped on the way to the top
Then what you grinding fo'
If I got the heat
You know I'ma blow
She stay for the week
But she one of my hoes
These niggas be iffy
Damn I can't call em bro
If you don't get stopped on the way to the top
Then what you grinding fo'
2000 jays I done smoked
I'm a monster
Stay with weed and my twists
I am a rasta
Don't got no off white
But proceed with caution
Trigger finger at you
Like an imposter
These boys among us
But ain't really with us
Calculating money
While adding these digits
I'm smoking these woods
Overcoming my bridges
I shit on these niggas
Like I was a pigeon
And I never folded go look at the records
These niggas be envy they know they can't catch us
Smoking this pain away f*ck a depression
Be trapping and rapping my full time profession
I roll up biscotti and face it no question
This lean in my liver it's causing congestion
Can't give shawdy brain
Gotta teach her a lesson
If feds bag me up
I can't make a confession
If I got the heat
You know I'ma blow
She stay for the week
But she one of my hoes
These niggas be iffy
Damn I can't call em bro
If you don't get stopped on the way to the top
Then what you grinding fo'
If I got the heat
You know I'ma blow
She stay for the week
But she one of my hoes
These niggas be iffy
Damn I can't call em bro
If you don't get stopped on the way to the top
Then what you grinding fo'
Writer: ANDREW JACK MARTIN
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave