paroles de chanson HEAT - BROCKHAMPTON

I got pipe dreams of crack rocks and stripper poles
Of fuckin' centerfolds
So I got secrets only me and all my niggas know
Of kickin' in the doors
I'll send a bitch to get ya, so don't play fuckin' stupid
I know you got the product
'Cause I could smell the money, I could taste the weed
Give me somethin' or a body, only way I'll leave
I love to watch 'em squirm, I love when bitches bleed
If she's suckin' on the barrel, you can't hear her scream
So kiss the fuckin' carpet, this aggravated larson
And then I'm out the door, it's monsters in your home
Black gloves, mask on, muzzle-plated chrome
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
That's the first one to go, the first shot I blow
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Shotta, shotta, who be that, the number one shotta?
Put a missile on you when I'm on your blocka
It no be thing, no be issue when I'm off it
Off it, I'm off it
I got the magazine for the pistol
For any politician talkin' shit, givin' issue
Another black man in the street, it's official
We ridin' out the spirit, we go another pistol
Huh, fuck—another cracker
Cop comin' on my block for the answers
Huh, I no got time for your question
Huh, this pon' mi mommy and mi bredren
I hate the way I think, I hate the way it looms
I hate the way the things I say incinerate a room
I know I'm tryna change, but it'll never work
Just end up more broken down than when I started
And that concrete feels the hardest every time I seem to touch it
Started thinkin' I ain't meant for life, but that's too deep
Fallin' up into the ceilin' while I'm drownin'
In the creek of my emotions, tryin' harder to be open
Talkin' 'bout release dates, I'm tryin' to make it to tomorrow
Internal honesty could be the hardest pill to swallow
So I need two shots of everything that's on the fuckin' menu
I'm dancin' with myself, settin' fire to the venue, motherfuck−
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
That's the first one to go, the first shot I blow
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Fuck you!
I'll break your neck, so you can watch your back!
Fuck you!
I'll break your neck, so you can watch your back!
I'll break your neck, so you can watch your back!
Fuck you!
I'll break your neck, so you can watch your back!
Fuck you!
My old friend fucked my girlfriend, I should've shot him
Pray to God about him, man, I hit the lotto
Yeah, my bitch got badder, shit, my ass got badder
And I forgave them bitches, so now it's off to millions
I been fuckin' sinnin', hit the forehead
Chest, left, right, I'm grinnin', asses on the ceilin'
And I got mirror feelin's, for all you 'lil demons
Yeah, you see the chain, 'fore all you changed on me
Rearranged on me, suck a dick about it
I hope you get offended, and this ain't clean shit
This is pissin' off the yacht with my bitch on me
Wearin' mink on me, sippin' Cris' on ya
Bet ya life on it, I came to fight for it
(Came in, raided all y'all pockets)
(And your bitch came in and rubbed up on me)
(I'm burnin' rubber, I pulled up on you)