HEAT STICK

Pull some of that bass out, Bruce

D-Diego

I got thirty bands on me and the bitch up in a headlock

Deadstock kicks and the bitch gon' make the bed rock

Lead hot, **** 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

**** 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 **** 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, ****, 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-**** 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 a knee deeper

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Know lil' brodie tryna crash, he a tweak-tweaker

I need twenty bands cash, 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 9

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 forty, you got nine

Aye, 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 thirty bands on me and the bitch up in a headlock

Deadstock kicks and the bitch gon' make the bed rock

Lead hot, **** 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

**** tryna run up on us wrong, we get to knockin'