HEAT Lyrics

[Intro: Jace]
Yeah, uh
He's heating up
Okay, huh
Yeah, woo

[Chorus: Jace]
I'm in this bitch with the heat
Lame nigga give me the creeps
Uh, don't f*ck with her man 'cause he cheap
Yeah, that why she f*ckin' with me
Wait, I'm in this bitch with the heat
She wanna f*ck me to sleep
I told her: "I'm countin' this cheese"
But soon as she done, she should leave
Yeah, I'm in this bitch with the heat
Both of my wrists are on freeze
My niggas, they still in the streets
Uh, but I'm in this bitch with the heat

[Verse 1: Jace]
Came in this bitch with the fire
She say he eat me alive
I'm poppin' like oil in the fryer
My weed is as loud as a choir
The drip can't be bought, it's acquired
Shh, hol' up, quiet
Heard he was talkin' 'bout gang
Told him: "Don't think you should try it"
My bitch vegan and she on a diet
But she want the meat and I gotta provide it
I got the heat and I gotta supply it
Say he want beef, well, do you want fries?
I'm bad, baby, catch me outside
I'm rad, baby, ready to ride
You got nine for that Glock and got out in a week
Damn, dawg, you told on your guys
Couldn't be me, man, I'm solid
My diamond is flawless, you know that I bought it, yeah
I'm at "her mes," she said it's Hermès
I said: "Bitch, shut up, I don't know what to call it," but I know
[Chorus: Jace]
I'm in this bitch with the heat
Lame nigga give me the creeps (Uh)
Uh, don't f*ck with her man 'cause he cheap (Yeah)
Yeah, that why she f*ckin' with me (Where?) Wait, I'm in this bitch with the heat
She wanna f*ck me to sleep
I told her: "I'm countin' this cheese"
But soon as she done, she should leave

[Verse 2: Jace]
Someone put the fire marshall in speed dial
Nah, that ain't my bitch, she a rebound
Nah, I ain't write this shit, it's a freestyle
Still gettin' paid every time I hit the beat now
Yeah, he right on me in the summer
I f*cked his bitch in a Hummer
He picked her up in a Honda
I know that shit was a rumble
Hot boy shit and I'm feelin' like Turk
Real boss, baby, I'ma give you that work
Gotta check for me, I be eatin' that first
Turn your homie to a clothing line, put him on a shirt
Give a hoe chills, then put her in a fur
Kill the f*ckin' beat then I put it in a hearse
f*ck a opp baby mama, then I put it in a verse
Brought the heat in this bitch and I put it in her purse
[Chorus: Jace]
Yeah, I'm in this bitch with the heat
Lame nigga give me the creeps (Uh)
Uh, don't f*ck with her man 'cause he cheap (Yeah)
Yeah, that why she f*ckin' with me (Where?)
Wait, I'm in this bitch with the heat
She wanna f*ck me to sleep
I told her: "I'm countin' this cheese"
But soon as she done, she should leave
Yeah, I'm in this bitch with the heat
Both of my wrists are on freeze
My niggas, they still in the streets
Uh, but I'm in this bitch with the heat
I'm in this bitch with the heat
Lame nigga give me the creeps
Uh, don't f*ck with her man 'cause he cheap
Yeah, that why she f*ckin' with me

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