BROCKHAMPTON – Heat


Came in, raided all your pockets
‘Cause I could smell the money

I know you got the product
Bet ya life on it
[Verse 2: Merlyn Wood]
Shit, my ass got badder
And then I’m out the door
Pray to god about him
For any politician talkin’ shit, givin’ issue
Black gloves, mask on, muzzle plated chrome
[Hook: Ameer Vann]
I love when bitches bleed
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Este es mi amigo, Jabari
Cop coming on my block for the answers
So now it’s off to millions
I’m dancing with myself setting fire to the venue, motherfucker
[Verse 1: Ameer Vann]
[Outro: Matt Champion]
Rearranged on me
Of fucking center folds
Hit the forehead, chest left right, I’m grinning
Just like me, mommy, and my Bredrin
I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Yeah you see the chain
So I need two shots of everything that’s on the fucking menu
Of kicking in the doors
[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]
Suck a dick about it
I hate the way the things I say incinerate a room
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
I’ll send a bitch to get ya
Me llamo Roberto
I came to fight for it
It’s monsters in your home

Give me something or a body, only way I’ll leave
The first shot I blow
Starting thinking I ain’t meant for life but that’s too deep
That’s the first one to go
Nosotros odiamos a la policía
[Hook: Ameer Vann]
Shotta
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Asses on the ceiling
I love to watch ’em squirm
Fuck you!
I got no time for your question Huh?
Here go another pistol

And I got mirror feelings
I’m burning rubber, I pulled up on you
I hope you get offended

I’m trying to make it to tomorrow
[Verse 4: Matt Champion]
And I forgave them bitches
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
I could taste the weed
The first shot I blow
And your bitch came in, rubbed up on me
Sipping Cris’ on ya
Fuck another CKGA CKGA
I got the magazine for the pistol
I know I’m tryna change, but it’ll never work

I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back
Wearing mink on me
So I got secrets only me and all my niggas know
So don’t play fucking stupid
Fuck you!
‘Fore all you changed on me
For all you little demons

Just end up more broken down than when I started
Yeah, my bitch got badder
This aggravated Larson
Shotta, ohh
[Bridge: Joba]
I been fucking sinning
My old friend fucked my girlfriend, I should’ve shot him
Put a missile on you when I’m on that blocka
I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back
Man, I hit the lotto

Be that, the number one shotta
[Intro: Robert Ontenient]
Trying harder to be open
And that concrete feels the hardest every time I seem to touch it
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
So kiss the fucking carpet
Fuck you!
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
And this ain’t clean shit
If she’s sucking on the barrel, you can’t hear her scream
That’s the first one to go
And you’ll be thin, you’ll be issue when I’m off it, off it
Internal honesty could be the hardest pill to swallow
Fuck you!
I got pipe dreams of crack rocks and stripper poles
Falling up into the ceiling while I’m drowning in the creek of my emotions
We riding out the spirit
When I’m off it
This is pissing off the yacht with my bitch on me
I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Talking ’bout release dates
Another black man in the screen, it’s official
I hate the way I think
I hate the way it looms