JPEGMAFIA Pop this Heat
(You think you know me) I've been waiting for you Patiently All of my life I've been waiting for you How long was the wait for you To tell me the truth? Everybody knows that you're mine For life (For life) You're mine Comfy Everyday We're gon' get through it Man, these niggas so sweet (So sweet) Man, these hoes so weak, on my niece He ain't gon' pop this heat (Pop this heat) He ain't gon' tweak, he don't got hands or feet Blood won't leak, bitch, I'm sittin' here comfortably Now, what's your beef? Baby, get rocked to sleep One in the sock, tucked in the crotch Two in the Jeep, three under the seat 7.62, get to turnin' all beef to birria meat I got your bitch some new Prada, no Hyundai Sonatas, she flyin' charter for the week I got some niggas that clip your propellers You thinkin' you gonna be flyin' around me Never changed from the minute that I came in the game Niggas tank they career and then shiftin' the blame Goin' out like Ja, they don't want no more pain Niggas broke your jaw, you ain't talkin' the same But I stay on call like twenty-four hours a day We don't got nothin' to prove, I be fuckin' with you While I'm fuckin' your boos every day Bitch, I be clutchin' the Ruger, the Kimber Medusa The look is outlastin' the pain You get blinded, all these stones in my face Even though I'm behind her, I'm winning the race We melted your house, turned it to a face We savin' your bitch, we don't need a cape I'm up at the Ritz, she takin' her place, you throwin' a fit I thought I said that I don't need a cape Smokin' on something, it feel like it's laced Shorty want Denny's, she don't got no taste Shorty want me, but she don't know her place She wanna trap me, but I'm in the states I give her dick, I do not give her dates I can't be playin' position, my niggas be itchin', I'm running a cult I can't be doin' these missions, your bitch in the field, and she gave it her all Man, these niggas so sweet (So sweet) Man, these hoes so weak, on my niece He ain't gon' pop this heat (Pop this heat) He ain't gon' tweak, he don't got hands or feet Blood won't leak, bitch, I'm sittin' here comfortably Now, what's your beef? Baby, get rocked to sleep
