HEAT STICK

(Pull some of that bass out, Bruce) (D-Diego) I got 30 bands on me and the bitch up in a headlock Deadstock kicks and the bitch gon' make the bed rock Lead hot, nigga trip on me, I bet his head pop He looked up, all he seen was a red dot Heat stick, hot stick, ridin' with a mop stick Ain't goin' back and forth, if it's on, we on our opps quick Freak bitch toxic, I fucked her, then I blocked it Nigga tryna run up on us wrong, we get to knockin' You ain't choosin', then you losin', baby, get with me I keep money comin' in and I keep blicky Get to knockin' on them niggas like the mailman I failed math class, but ran it up, I got hella bands Now you see me, now you don't, bitch, I'm John Cena But we ain't with that wrestlin', you know we pop demons If we ain't talkin' 'bout some money, then I'm not speakin' Don't check me, check the bitch 'cause the thot creepin' We finna get up on they ass, nigga, not even Boogie down up on they block, now they block bleedin' I told her, "Swallow, don't you spit it," she got all semen Her ex-nigga was a nerd, I'm a whole creature Get a chopper, hold a broom, that's a street sweeper He ain't really in that water, he in knee deeper (yeah, yeah) Know lil' brodie tryna crash, he a tweak-tweaker (yeah, yeah) I need 20 bands cash (yeah, yeah), ain't no free features As I look at my wrist, it's about that time But if I look too long, then I might go blind I got ten bad bitches pullin' up at nine Should we fuck at Fenix crib, or should we fuck at mine? We gon' split 'em down that middle, I get five, you get five Then we switch 'em in a little, I get yours, you get mine I done told you 'bout your bag, I got yours, you got mine Know we keep them straps, I got 40, you got nine Ayy, light-skin, dark-skin, vanilla and chocolate Slim thick, thick slim, I got all the options Your number one pick ain't even in my top ten Bitch in the valley, got a bitch off of Slauson Hop out, walk in, get paid, clock in Open their mouth while I put my cock in I ain't turnin' down shit, I'm on nonsense Grew up on Western, I was born on Bronson I got 30 bands on me and the bitch up in a headlock Dead stock kicks and the bitch gon' make the bed rock Lead hot, nigga trip on me, I bet his head pop He looked up, all he seen was a red dot Heat stick, hot stick, ridin' with a mop stick Ain't goin' back and forth, if it's on, we on our opps quick Freak bitch toxic, I fucked her, then I blocked it Nigga tryna run up on us wrong, we get to knockin'