Letra de Heatwave
Ay, niggas get shot every day, B
You tough, right?
You tough, right?
Ay, ay, ′migo left my blood on the pavement (damn)
Everything about me 'bout the payment (ay)
I eat goodie, my pocket′s impatient (okay)
He ran up and got turned to a patient (okay)
I came up and I left in amazement
I was broke, tryna get out the basement
Amigo say I'm nothing to play with
We used to hustle for shoes and white tank top when the days got hotter
'Migo, I been working in the trap and turned working in Gucci
I reach in the pocket and I pulled out some Prada
Ay, ′migo like Bobby and Whitney
See me swervin′, I'm bobbin′ and weavin' (okay)
I been workin′, I'm plottin′ and schemin' (okay)
My feet burnin', me go out with demons
Uh, ay, I′m too turnt up, I think I′m hearin' voices
That′s tellin' me crash and go put one of the opps in a hearse
I made the crowd disperse, I′m pushin' up, park the car, back it up in reverse
I ain′t make time to converse
Is it better or worse, amigo down for whatever it's worth
Ay, said, where y'all from, nigga?
We stretched a hundred for seven days so the fam could eat
My OG used to walk in the trap, but he still made it back here to pass the preach
Say, nigga, never speak on nothin′
Take place in his house, let′s talk to police
I ain't never stayed in a spot for too long growin′ up, it was hard tryin' to keep police
Every time niggas try to ask me where I′m from, I just look out the window and point at the street
Nowadays, you can tell if a nigga a pussy or real by the way that he handle his beef
Back then, when you out in the school, you could tell who was rich
And who broke when they point at your feet
Amigo, damn, can you handle the heat?
Yeah, they know how I get, everyone got the white sheets
We take niggas' Patek Philippes
Had a big baby, Kate, the one that can′t eat
When I'm ridin' Ts, when I′m talkin′, I'm sleepin′
Go creep with them TLCs
Look at my niggas, think I got a disease
I fly bitch, from T.A. to overseas
All I do is buy Gen-5s for Gs (Gen-5)
Can't put a switch on them back-ass D′s
I took a pack and a scrap on the beach, I took a Glock on a bus with the team
Yeah, yeah, I grew up, them hos start a riot
These babies in the trap, so be quiet
Had to gamble, them crap, that's life, I ride with that gang to the fire
You know how they look and get shot in your eyes
And I′m good with the shits and fives
When you take a bitch and get shot in her thighs
She went under the needle, her ass got bigger
Her body's on there while we buyin' them pistols
Takin′ that shit, we not buyin′ prescription
I'm with two, and we bring out all kinds of bitches
Your heart ain′t know, I just signed the titties
Everything about me 'bout the payment (ay)
I eat goodie, my pocket′s impatient (okay)
He ran up and got turned to a patient (okay)
I came up and I left in amazement
I was broke, tryna get out the basement
Amigo say I'm nothing to play with
We used to hustle for shoes and white tank top when the days got hotter
'Migo, I been working in the trap and turned working in Gucci
I reach in the pocket and I pulled out some Prada
Ay, ′migo like Bobby and Whitney
See me swervin′, I'm bobbin′ and weavin' (okay)
I been workin′, I'm plottin′ and schemin' (okay)
My feet burnin', me go out with demons
Uh, ay, I′m too turnt up, I think I′m hearin' voices
That′s tellin' me crash and go put one of the opps in a hearse
I made the crowd disperse, I′m pushin' up, park the car, back it up in reverse
I ain′t make time to converse
Is it better or worse, amigo down for whatever it's worth
Ay, said, where y'all from, nigga?
We stretched a hundred for seven days so the fam could eat
My OG used to walk in the trap, but he still made it back here to pass the preach
Say, nigga, never speak on nothin′
Take place in his house, let′s talk to police
I ain't never stayed in a spot for too long growin′ up, it was hard tryin' to keep police
Every time niggas try to ask me where I′m from, I just look out the window and point at the street
Nowadays, you can tell if a nigga a pussy or real by the way that he handle his beef
Back then, when you out in the school, you could tell who was rich
And who broke when they point at your feet
Amigo, damn, can you handle the heat?
Yeah, they know how I get, everyone got the white sheets
We take niggas' Patek Philippes
Had a big baby, Kate, the one that can′t eat
When I'm ridin' Ts, when I′m talkin′, I'm sleepin′
Go creep with them TLCs
Look at my niggas, think I got a disease
I fly bitch, from T.A. to overseas
All I do is buy Gen-5s for Gs (Gen-5)
Can't put a switch on them back-ass D′s
I took a pack and a scrap on the beach, I took a Glock on a bus with the team
Yeah, yeah, I grew up, them hos start a riot
These babies in the trap, so be quiet
Had to gamble, them crap, that's life, I ride with that gang to the fire
You know how they look and get shot in your eyes
And I′m good with the shits and fives
When you take a bitch and get shot in her thighs
She went under the needle, her ass got bigger
Her body's on there while we buyin' them pistols
Takin′ that shit, we not buyin′ prescription
I'm with two, and we bring out all kinds of bitches
Your heart ain′t know, I just signed the titties
