BROCKHAMPTON - HEAT lyrics
[BROCKHAMPTON - HEAT lyrics]
Me llamo Roberto este es mi amigo Jabari
Nosotros odiamos a la policía
I got pipe dreams of crack
Rocks and stripper poles
Of fucking centerfolds
So I got secrets only me
And all my niggas know
Of kicking in the doors
I’ll send a bitch to get ya
So don’t play fucking 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 sucking on the barrel
You can’t hear her scream
So kiss the fucking 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 riding 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 thinking I ain’t meant for
Life but that’s too deep
Falling up into the ceiling
While I’m drowning
In the creek of my emotions
Trying harder to be open
Talking 'bout release dates
I’m trying 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 dancing with myself, setting
Fire to the venue, motherfucker
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 fucking sinning, hit the forehead
Chest, left, right, I’m grinning
Asses on the ceiling
And I got mirror feelings
For all you lil' demons
Yeah, you see the chain
'fore all y'all changed on me
Rearranged on me, suck a dick about it
I hope you get offended
And this ain’t clean shit
This is pissing 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 burning rubber, I pulled up on ya
Nosotros odiamos a la policía
I got pipe dreams of crack
Rocks and stripper poles
Of fucking centerfolds
So I got secrets only me
And all my niggas know
Of kicking in the doors
I’ll send a bitch to get ya
So don’t play fucking 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 sucking on the barrel
You can’t hear her scream
So kiss the fucking 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 riding 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 thinking I ain’t meant for
Life but that’s too deep
Falling up into the ceiling
While I’m drowning
In the creek of my emotions
Trying harder to be open
Talking 'bout release dates
I’m trying 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 dancing with myself, setting
Fire to the venue, motherfucker
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 fucking sinning, hit the forehead
Chest, left, right, I’m grinning
Asses on the ceiling
And I got mirror feelings
For all you lil' demons
Yeah, you see the chain
'fore all y'all changed on me
Rearranged on me, suck a dick about it
I hope you get offended
And this ain’t clean shit
This is pissing 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 burning rubber, I pulled up on ya