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heat (draft) - brockhampton lyrics

[hook: ameer vann]
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?

[verse 1: merlyn wood]
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 riding out the spirit, we go another pistol
huh, f-ck, another cop car
cop coming on my block for the answers
b-tch, i only got a few questions
f-ck it, pon’ mi mommy and mi bredren

[verse 2: dom mclennon]
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, that sh-t don’t ever work
just end up more broken down than when i started
and that concrete always hurts too
started thinking i ain’t meant for life but that’s too deep
falling up into the ceiling while i’m drowning
in sh-t’s 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 f-ckin’ menu
i’m dancing by myself, setting fire to the venue, motherf-cker

[bridge: joba]
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

[verse 3: matt champion]
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-cking sinning, hit the forehead
chest, left, right, i’m grinning, -sses 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 d-ck about it
i hope you get offended, and this ain’t clean sh-t
this is p-ssing 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 burning rubber, i pulled up on you)

- brockhampton lyrics

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