Popper Gang - Heater lyrics

[Verse 1: Jesse Turvey] We dropping hot sh** Dirty beats and raw sh** I got that lyrical dick Up in it with spit No rubber that's raw sh** Don't gotta tell me I got sh** I break in the game with no lock pick I don't stop to talk I just walk the walk And smoke hospital like I got sick Cause I pogo on the beat, that's hoppin' f** with me, And we glockin' As a matter a fact it go BRAT-TAT-TAT Get hit in the leg, you done walkin' Gimme beat and I'll drop it No lie, I know you gon cop this We sick wit it, a bit ignorant And we listening but not givin' sh**s Just rippin' it, rippin' hits So when I diss yo sh**, don't slit your wrist Do your thing while I do mine bigger b**h Than your biggest hit, start listening With a beat like this we dangerous Better get to fixing your favourite P-P-Playlist, PG-13 with rape in it We makin' it b**h ! [Verse 2: Mr Coathanger] Shoulda never f**ed with a pregnant b**h Put the heater to her belly n' you k** the kid I don't even know what the f** you talkin about All I hear is the sound of the voice when you shout fu*k MORALS Moral of the story is That your f**in' oblivious To every f**in' thing I did Every f**in thing I do Nahh, who the f** is you Talk 'bout me, I'm Mr.This, Im Mr.That I kissed your girl and got you mad You did some sh** and got me back But I ain't even trippin' cause I'm better than that I'm just tryna get some money cause I want it in stacks See I'm alone in a pack I chew a bone to a bat I spit a pound of that crack Until the end of the track And I continue after that Aftermath b**h [Outro: Johnny Poppers] POPPER GANG !! If you didn't know, now you know If you already you knew Hit the books co*ky a** mother f**er Study up b**h! It's that 'Balcony Music Clique' sh** What it is