heat stick - shoreline mafia lyrics
[intro]
(pull some of that bass out, bruce)
(d*diego)
[chorus: fenix flexin]
i got thirty bands on me and the b*tch up in a headlock
deadstock kicks and the b*tch gon’ make the bed rock
lead hot, n*gga trip on me, i bet his head pop
he looked up, all he seen was a red dot
heat stick, hot stick, ridin’ with a mop stick
ain’t goin’ back and forth, if it’s on, we on our opps quick
freak b*tch toxic, i f*cked her, then i blocked it
n*gga tryna run up on us wrong, we get to knockin’
[verse 1: fenix flexin & ohgeesy]
you ain’t choosin’, then you losin’, baby, get with me
i keep money comin’ in and i keep bl!cky
get to knockin’ on them n*ggas like the mailman
i failed math class, but ran it up, i got h*lla bands
now you see me, now you don’t, b*tch, i’m john cena
but we ain’t with that wrestlin’, you know wе pop demons
if we ain’t talkin’ ’bout some monеy, then i’m not speakin’
don’t check me, check the b*tch ’cause the thot creepin’
we finna get up on they ass, n*gga, not even
boogie down up on they block, now they block bleedin’
i told her, “swallow, don’t you spit it,” she got all s*m*n
her ex*n*gga was a nerd, i’m a whole creature
get a chopper, hold a broom, that’s a street sweeper
he ain’t really in that water, he a knee deeper (yeah, yeah)
know lil’ brodie tryna crash, he a tweak*tweaker (yeah, yeah)
i need twenty bands cash (yeah, yeah), ain’t no free features
[verse 2: ohgeesy]
as i look at my wrist, it’s about that time
but if i look too long, then i might go blind
i got ten bad b*tches pullin’ up at 9
should we f*ck at fenix crib, or should we f*ck at mine?
we gon’ split ’em down that middle, i get five, you get five
then we switch ’em in a little, i get yours, you get mine
i done told you ’bout your bag, i got yours, you got mine
know we keep them straps, i got forty, you got nine
ayy, light*skin, dark*skin, vanilla and chocolate
slim thick, thick slim, i got all the options
your number one pick ain’t even in my top ten
b*tch in the valley, got a b*tch off of slauson
hop out, walk in, get paid, clock in
open their mouth while i put my c*ck in
i ain’t turnin’ down sh*t, i’m on nonsense
grew up on western, i was born on bronson
[chorus: fenix flexin]
i got thirty bands on me and the b*tch up in a headlock
deadstock kicks and the b*tch gon’ make the bed rock
lead hot, n*gga trip on me, i bet his head pop
he looked up, all he seen was a red dot
heat stick, hot stick, ridin’ with a mop stick
ain’t goin’ back and forth, if it’s on, we on our opps quick
freak b*tch toxic, i f*cked her, then i blocked it
n*gga tryna run up on us wrong, we get to knockin’
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