Heat Lyrics - Brockhampton

I got pipe dreams of crack rocks and stripper poles 

Of fucking centerfolds 

So I got secrets only me and all my niggas know 

Of kicking in the doors 

I'll send a bitch to get ya 

So don't play fucking stupid 

I know you got the product 

'Cause I could smell the money 

I could taste the weed 

Give me somethin' or a body, only way I'll leave 

I love to watch 'em squirm 

I love when bitches bleed 

If she's sucking on the barrel, you can't hear her scream 

So kiss the fucking carpet 

This aggravated Larson 

And then I'm out the door 

It's monsters in your home 

Black gloves, mask on, muzzle plated chrome 

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Who done called the cops on my niggas? 

Who done called the cops on my niggas? 

That's the first one to go 

The first shot I blow 

Who done called the cops on my niggas? 

Who done called the cops on my niggas? 

Shotta, shotta 

Who be that, the number one shotta? 

Put a missile on you when I'm on your blocka 

And you'll be thin, you'll be issue when I'm off it, off it, I'm off it 

I got the magazine from the pistol 

For any politician talkin' shit, givin' issue 

Another black man in the street, it's official 

We riding out the spirit, here go another pistol 

Ha, fuck, another cracka! 

Cop coming on my block for the answers 

Huh? I no got time for your question 

Huh, just put mi mommy and mi bredren 

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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 

Started 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 fuckin' menu 

I'm dancing with myself; setting fire to the venue, motherfucker 

Who done called the cops on my niggas? 

Who done called the cops on my niggas? 

That's the first one to go 

The first shot I blow 

Who done called the cops on my niggas? 

Who done called the cops on my niggas? 

Fuck you! 

I'll break your neck so you can watch your back 

Fuck you! 

I'll break your neck so you can watch your back 

I'll break your neck so you can watch your back 

Fuck you! 

I'll break your neck so you can watch your back 

Fuck you 

My old friend fucked my girlfriend, I should've shot him 

Pray to god about him 

Man, I hit the lotto 

Yeah, my bitch got badder 

Shit, my ass got badder 

And I forgave them bitches 

So now it's off to millions 

I been fucking sinning 

Hit the forehead, chest, left, right, I'm grinning 

Asses on the ceiling 

And I got mirror feelings 

For all you lil' demons 

Yeah, you see the chain 

'Fore all you changed on me 

Rearranged on me 

Suck a dick about it 

I hope you get offended 

And this ain't clean shit 

This is pissing off the yacht with my bitch on me 

Wearin' mink on me 

Sippin' Cris' on ya 

Bet ya life on it 

I came to fight for it 

Came in, raided all y'all pockets 

And your bitch came in and rubbed up on me 

I'm burning rubber, I pulled up on you