Merlyn Wood - Heat lyrics

[Intro: Robert Ontenient] Me llamo Roberto Este es mi amigo, Jabari Nosotros odiamos a la policía [Verse 1: Ameer Vann] I got pipe dreams of crack rocks and stripper poles Of f**ing center folds So I got secrets only me and all my n***as know Of kicking in the doors I'll send a b**h to get ya So don't play f**ing stupid I know you got the product 'Cause I could smell the money I could taste the weed Give me something or a body, only way I'll leave I love to watch 'em squirm I love when b**hes bleed If she's s**ing on the barrel, you can't hear her scream So kiss the f**ing carpet This aggravated Larson And then I'm out the door It's monsters in your home Black gloves, mask on, muzzle plated chrome [Hook: Ameer Vann] Who done called the cops on my n***as? Who done called the cops on my n***as? That's the first one to go The first shot I blow Who done called the cops on my n***as? Who done called the cops on my n***as? [Verse 2: Merlyn Wood] Shotta Shotta, ohh Be that, the number one shotta Put a missile on you when I'm on that blocka And you'll be thin, you'll be issue when I'm off it, off it When I'm off it I got the magazine for the pistol For any politician talkin' sh**, givin' issue Another black man in the screen, it's official We riding out the spirit Here go another pistol f** another CKGA CKGA Cop coming on my block for the answers Huh? I got no time for your question Just like me, mommy, and my Bredrin [Verse 3: 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, 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 Starting 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 f**ing menu I'm dancing with myself setting fire to the venue, motherf**er [Hook: Ameer Vann] Who done called the cops on my n***as? Who done called the cops on my n***as? That's the first one to go The first shot I blow Who done called the cops on my n***as? Who done called the cops on my n***as? [Bridge: Joba] f** you! I'll break your neck so you can watch your back f** you! I'll break your neck so you can watch your back I'll break your neck so you can watch your back f** you! I'll break your neck so you can watch your back f** you! [Verse 4: Matt Champion] My old friend f**ed my girlfriend, I should've shot him Pray to god about him Man, I hit the lotto Yeah, my b**h got badder sh**, my a** got badder And I forgave them b**hes So now it's off to millions I been f**ing sinning Hit the forehead, chest left right, I'm grinning Asses on the ceiling And I got mirror feelings For all you little demons Yeah you see the chain ‘Fore all you changed on me Rearranged on me s** a dick about it I hope you get offended And this ain't clean sh** This is pissing off the yacht with my b**h on me Wearing mink on me Sipping Cris' on ya Bet ya life on it I came to fight for it [Outro: Matt Champion] Came in, raided all your pockets And your b**h came in, rubbed up on me I'm burning rubber, I pulled up on you