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heat - brockhampton lyrics

i got pipe dreams of crack rocks and stripper poles
of f-ckin’ centerfolds
so i got secrets only me and all my n-gg-s know

of kickin’ in the doors
i’ll send a b-tch to get ya, so don’t play f-ckin’ 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 b-tches bleed
if she’s suckin’ on the barrel, you can’t hear her scream
so kiss the f-ckin’ 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 n-gg-s?
who done called the cops on my n-gg-s?

that’s the first one to go

the first shot i blow

who done called the cops on my n-gg-s?

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’ sh-t, givin’ issue

another black man in the street, it’s official

we ridin’ out the spirit, we go another pistol

huh, f-ck, another cop car

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 trying harder to be open
talking ’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 f-ckin’ menu

i’m dancin’ with myself, setting fire to the venue, motherf-cker

who done called the cops on my n-gg-s?

who done called the cops on my n-gg-s?
that’s the first one to go
the first shot i blow

who done called the cops on my n-gg-s?
who done called the cops on my n-gg-s?

f-ck you!
i’ll break your neck so you can watch your back
f-ck you!
i’ll break your neck so you can watch your back
i’ll break your neck so you can watch your back
f-ck you!
i’ll break your neck so you can watch your back
f-ck you

my old friend f-cked my girlfriend, i should’ve shot him
pray to god about him, man, i hit the lotto
yeah, my b-tch got badder, sh-t, my -ss got badder
and i forgave them b-tches, so now it’s off to millions
i been f-ckin’ sinnin’, hit the forehead
chest, left, right, i’m grinnin’, -sses 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 d-ck about it
i hope you get offended, and this ain’t clean sh-t
this is p-ssin’ off the yacht with my b-tch 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 b-tch came in and rubbed up on me
i’m burnin’ rubber, i pulled up on you)

- brockhampton lyrics

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