Heater Ringtones

Yeah, see every fucking thing I write I know the fans love it You sound like everybody else just a drop in the bucket Fuck it nothing can stop me this shit inevitable Never go up against someone who might be impenetrable That's a no-no, I don't know though Y'all asleep just grab the notes Or walk it Off like Sam & Frodo I'ma keep it on the low-low You a flop, Solo I'm a rhyme crusher a fucking dying breed yeah I'm a Blockbuster When I be on my shit they like there he go again Don't battle me motherfucker see I ain't got no friends I don't got no hobbies homie all I've got is time and I won't hesitate to spend a weekend on a single rhyme See I'm a fickle bitch, don't let me hit the switch I will go off on any beat just listen to Pickle Rick And I make it look simple, but see it really isn't Imagine Neil Degrasse Tyson talking 'bout astrophysics Fuck it it's back to business Making some brash decisions If you want to get to me you gotta cross some burning bridges Vision and skill to meet it Homie respect the booth I'm Kevin Feige on the beat building my MCU (MCU) Because this is, like, my own universe, you know what I'm saying? Yeah I'm, probably the next I Don't really give a fuck about the industry like all the rest try So follow me I can promise you'll be left in the dust And I'mma leave your family crying more than watching This Is Us Heavily hated because some people really think I made it But I barely sell and never get noticed in public places I'm trying to pop like it's a bottle of champagne in faces Man I'm on the up and up and your career is Nicholas Cage's (woo!) It's hella spacious sitting at the top And I like watching all their faces when the music drops You're Michael Bay, I'm Chris Nolan with Interstellars plot You couldn't even afford a fuckin' seat up on my train of thought Yeah, deal with it, when I be up on a mic and I'm killing it feelin' a Burst of skill and you feeling it knowing I'll always be keeping it real and it's just Simply the etiquette when I be up on a beat and I'm getting it Better step back and respect it cos this is party time excellent Yeah it's my world, they said this shit knocks I'm the bomb you might find me up in Obama's mail box Uh, you keep your opinion to yourself, pimpin' Listen to lyrics get that mumble shit out of your system The only time I see some paint that's on my whip dripping Is when I'm dipping into an eighth of psilocybin trippin' Ay, loving the way every day they just keep Talking I'm looking at them I'm going in like MGK and Eminem Pick up the pen I'm a modern miracle of sorts Tell them to flame on and they Marvel, I am the Human Torch You talking dreams but you're scared to get off your stupid porch And I just made a living off pulling the cart before the horse And you support this shit, thank you I'm feeling fortunate They say that boy is sick like my head is in a bowl of porcelain I'm bored of writing songs so I'm buying a Ouija Board and Conjuring a spirit and starting a band with some zombie corpses If I get a hold of Chester, Mac Miller, Avicii And Aretha, Prodigy and Little Peep I'll only play clubs in Ibiza Y'all claim woke but y'all still sleeping You must be joking Joaquin Phoenix Shouts to Tec, your shit's great Rewind the plate this shit might just be a boomerang A rock star without the fame I'm a mosh pit Fucking your universe up, I'm Rian Johnson Back to the nonsense Bitch please don't kill my vibe I only love my bed my mom - and fuck it never mind Yeah, and now we hearing record label talks See they don't open doors, I am the one who knocks We used to spend entire days playing Tony Hawk And now the nerds from in your class are the one's getting jocked (woo) I'm taking Joyner, G-Eazy and Logic, Sage Slug, Vinnie Paz, Futuristic and Hopsin Mix some emo shit Some anger some angst and some Comments then you got me 72 bars dropping Yeah, go back and count em There'll still be someone in the comments Section talking shit, that's cool man I get it I love you

Oh Oh Misfit and Tajzan Ou, ou, uh Ou, ou, uh I walked in this bitch with my heater on And my pockets swole n they looking strong I need me a bitch like Nia Long And Ian leaving till the clip is gone And I'm active Niggas round me aint ducking no Static Shock Play with them and they upping the Glock Best believe ya body gone drop Everyone crying they calling the cops I'm laidback I'm smoking the blunt with the opps These Runtz keep on hitting I can't keep a thought Especially when my mind is focused on knots Oh she love me she love me not The money gone bring more of the probs So I'm walking with a Diddy bop Can't let these hoes drop down my stock Whoopsie beat it like MK (Mortal Kombat) Go Heee like MJ (Michael Jackson) I'm a dog can't change my ways They got biscuits for niggas that don't want behave Imma stay with my niggas they helped paved the way I am not for these hoes I am not Frito Lay(free to lay) If you come to the poppet you better stay safe If i call on Tajzan he got come round the way like Heater ON Taj the DON Pockets so fat yea they looking strong No we aint the regular We way ahead of ya Travel estate and we flexing sum wrestlers Riding in tesla Bitch what you stressing for Baby I'm gone Wish the best for ya No ian testing ya I'm chasing theses racks so Ian missing ya I ride for the guys if they got a issue I'm coming for smoke fuck keeping it civil I looked at the brodie he gave me the signal I felt like I'm Malcom I got in the middle Yea they want me gone so my head on a swivel I fuck with a ape If you niggas is to little Controlling the game like I'm nice with the dribble How he gonna run up if we leave him crippled Stupid nigga I am legit My voice is a gift I'm speaking the truth I'm as deep as it gets He wanna be it but aint saying shit The windows they tint Cuz she sucking dick We pass her around just for a lick We nice at some pool like we play with the sticks I walked in this bitch with my Heater ON Nah fuck that We going for everything that you wouldn't give back Ya love to talk on post but don't do none on contact I am not one of them I am bound to get Getback 20 Plus 9 and 10 (2021) I'm seeing none but big racks Please don't call on my phone if you aint big cash I need assist on daily so call me sum Steve Nash Bring a big ass imma thrash that In the paint in it like I'm Big Shaq Oh that threesha I done been had All her sales low she a Madrag I could do more I'm a big catch I'm smelling good bringing clean racks So don't hate on the guys I feel us on the rise Summer coming we on demise Taking bitches from all you guys Don't get mad that were fly Uh and one more thing make sure you give us our respect Cuz thats all we need Stupid Nigga Bow down to your master BITCH

Girl I know you want to give it to me You got something I can't deny Oh won't you drop it so I can see? Damn I can tell that you're not shy Girl I know you want to give it to me You got something I can't deny Oh won't you drop it so I can see? Damn I can tell that you're not shy She's all over me like a steal grown mammal Waitin' to bust off, it just won't jam her She's ready to be throwed out of handle Stickin' up panicin', if she get sweater I can tell that she knows everything in the club Wishin' I can switch places with her Get my attention like I'm giving to her Tellin' me to come take off her clothes, got me sayin' Drop that heater, bop off the meter, get all in her Shorty's callin' me and I got to go get her Drop that heater, bop off the meter, get all in her Shorty's callin' me and I got to go get her To the girl's room, she's tellin' me to come on She's ready to drive, she can drop for off If you play it smooth till the last girl come up We can slide in and lock the door She's not ready to go, leaning over the stall Tellin' me to be so timid with her She's waited a long time to fill it up And she don't want to hear the word, no, got me sayin' Drop that heater, bop off the meter, get all in her Shorty's callin' me and I got to go get her Drop that heater, bop off the meter, get all in her Shorty's callin' me and I got to go get her There's no way that you're movin' Got me want to leave up out of here And take it to a favorite thang And I got something I need you to feel And I know that you know exactly what it is Here it go Girl I know you want to give it to me You got something I can't deny Oh won't you drop it so I can see? Damn I can tell that you're not shy Girl I know you want to give it to me You got something I can't deny Oh won't you drop it so I can see? Damn I can tell that you're not shy Drop that heater, bop off the meter, get all in her Shorty's callin' me and I got to go get her Drop that heater, bop off the meter, get all in her Shorty's callin' me and I got to go get her Drop that heater, bop off the meter, get all in her Shorty's callin' me and I got to go get her Drop that heater, bop off the meter, get all in her Shorty's callin' me and I got to go get her Shorty's callin' me and I got to go get her Shorty's callin' me and I got to go get her Girl I know you want to give it to me You got something I can't deny Oh won't you drop it so I can see? Damn I can tell that you're not shy Girl I know you want to give it to me You got something I can't deny Oh won't you drop it so I can see? Damn I can tell that you're not shy Drop that heater, bop off the meter, get all in her Shorty's callin' me and I got to go get her Drop that heater, bop off the meter, get all in her Shorty's callin' me and I got to go get her Drop that heater, bop off the meter, get all in her Shorty's callin' me and I got to go get her Drop that heater, bop off the meter, get all in her Shorty's callin' me and I got to go get her

Windshield, rappers are like gnats, they're gettin' splattered 'pon the windshield Fallin' down like London Bridge, my blade split your onion head Axe that like Paul Bunyan, Meth prefers the gun instead Bong bong, put a hole inside your head We keep it rugged We keep it rough We keep it real We keep it raw We keep it rugged We keep it rough We keep it real We keep it raw How come the streets don't want me to live? Plus my niggas keep tellin' me fibs But the devil done poisoned my wiz I'm doin' this for my family and kids I'm tryna be wealthy, take my time right and stay healthy Said it before but I don't think nobody felt me Yo tried to understand this hand that this life dealt me I'm on the verge of a whole new makeover My fake friends, they can take it like a takeover I'm ready to eat, I'm ready to grip it Got enemies everywhere, I got chicks that's wicked Sick shit, niggas doin' wicked ass wig shit Bid shit, tellin' jakes that I had the biscuit Niggas be wantin' my leftovers I'm like a general that died and lost some of his best soldiers I burn holsters and I kill that dirt religion Murk that pigeon and I shoot the television Got that trey pound on you, run down on you Hard boiled nigga, Clan top soil My fam straight royal, I'ma die loyal When them shooters come for you, better throw your flag 'em I'm pure gun oil, let 'em see that hand cannon Foundation strong, never ride a bandwagon Andrew Jacksons, hand-to-hand transaction Cops jumped out, caught him with his pants saggin' Criminal individuals up in here Wild like the theme park ride called The Buccaneer Weed in the Tupperware, throw you off the upper tiers Suweeee, I got all my niggas up in here We keep it rugged We keep it rough We keep it real We keep it raw We keep it rugged We keep it rough We keep it real We keep it raw Imagine the sound of your face scrapin' up against the gate Of a barbed wire fence, this is barbed iron fist Heartthrob, iron dick, hoes slob the nob quick This is odd, so throw it in your iPod quick [?] activity, constant movement Buyin' elasticity, such improvement [?] collapses inward Spillin' rhymes if it's [?] in vineyards RZA had a mixture, then he added sound to the picture Co-author rewrote the scripture Math worked from birth, doubled the net worth Amplified in the time machine of early Earth A two-way radio, simple yet complex Receivers, transmitters, interest to contacts The emergence of the earliest atoms Transform to a level extremely hard to fathom Same soup, different bowl, Wu ceramics Same group on them large-scale dynamics A wave triggered the burst, glass was shattered Galactic matter served on a graphic platter We keep it rugged We keep it rough We keep it real We keep it raw We keep it rugged We keep it rough We keep it real We keep it raw Overachiever, power hungry overeater I95, whip fly like an overseer I'm overconfident but some might say I'm overeager Or overzealous, especially when it's over cheeba I got a soldier's features, I rock the coldest sneakers My sneakers' so cold, can't wear 'em 'less you hold the heater Can't push me over either, that go for dojas I ain't got no love for posers neither, keep my composure I'm focused, tryna roll the reefer, let's turn it up Forget the cope, I'm tryna blow the speaker, that's all he wrote One verse could turn your soul to ether It's time you gave me my respects like the [?] We keep it rugged We keep it rough We keep it real We keep it raw We keep it rugged We keep it rough We keep it real We keep it raw