"Pop This Heat" lyrics
(You think you know me)
I've been waiting for you
Patiently
All of my life
I've been waiting for you
How long was the wait for you
To tell me the truth?
Everybody knows that you're mine
For life (For life)
You're mine
Comfy
Everyday
We're gon' get through it
Man, these niggas so sweet (So sweet)
Man, these hoes so weak, on my niece
He ain't gon' pop this heat (Pop this heat)
He ain't gon' tweak, he don't got hands or feet
Blood won't leak, bitch, I'm sittin' here comfortably
Now, what's your beef?
Baby, get rocked to sleep
One in the sock, tucked in the crotch
Two in the Jeep, three under the seat
7.62, get to turnin' all beef to birria meat
I got your bitch some new Prada, no Hyundai Sonatas, she flyin' charter for the week
I got some niggas that clip your propellers
You thinkin' you gonna be flyin' around me
Never changed from the minute that I came in the game
Niggas tank they career and then shiftin' the blame
Goin' out like Ja, they don't want no more pain
Niggas broke your jaw, you ain't talkin' the same
But I stay on call like twenty-four hours a day
We don't got nothin' to prove, I be fuckin' with you
While I'm fuckin' your boos every day
Bitch, I be clutchin' the Ruger, the Kimber Medusa
The look is outlastin' the pain
You get blinded all these stones in my face
Even though I'm behind her, I'm winning the race
We melted your house, turned it to a face
We savin' your bitch, we don't need a cape
I'm up at the Ritz, she takin' her place, you throwin' a fit
I thought I said that I don't need a cape
Smokin' on something, it feel like it's laced
Shorty want Denny's, she don't got no taste
Shorty want me, but she don't know her place
She wanna trap me, but I'm in the states
I give her dick, I do not give her dates
I can't be playin' position, my niggas be itchin', I'm running a cult
I can't be doin' these missions, your bitch in the field, and she gave it her all
Man, these niggas so sweet (So sweet)
Man, these hoes so weak, on my niece
He ain't gon' pop this heat (Pop this heat)
He ain't gon' tweak, he don't got hands or feet
Blood won't leak, bitch, I'm sittin' here comfortably
Now, what's your beef?
Baby, get rocked to sleep
I've been waiting for you
Patiently
All of my life
I've been waiting for you
How long was the wait for you
To tell me the truth?
Everybody knows that you're mine
For life (For life)
You're mine
Comfy
Everyday
We're gon' get through it
Man, these niggas so sweet (So sweet)
Man, these hoes so weak, on my niece
He ain't gon' pop this heat (Pop this heat)
He ain't gon' tweak, he don't got hands or feet
Blood won't leak, bitch, I'm sittin' here comfortably
Now, what's your beef?
Baby, get rocked to sleep
One in the sock, tucked in the crotch
Two in the Jeep, three under the seat
7.62, get to turnin' all beef to birria meat
I got your bitch some new Prada, no Hyundai Sonatas, she flyin' charter for the week
I got some niggas that clip your propellers
You thinkin' you gonna be flyin' around me
Never changed from the minute that I came in the game
Niggas tank they career and then shiftin' the blame
Goin' out like Ja, they don't want no more pain
Niggas broke your jaw, you ain't talkin' the same
But I stay on call like twenty-four hours a day
We don't got nothin' to prove, I be fuckin' with you
While I'm fuckin' your boos every day
Bitch, I be clutchin' the Ruger, the Kimber Medusa
The look is outlastin' the pain
You get blinded all these stones in my face
Even though I'm behind her, I'm winning the race
We melted your house, turned it to a face
We savin' your bitch, we don't need a cape
I'm up at the Ritz, she takin' her place, you throwin' a fit
I thought I said that I don't need a cape
Smokin' on something, it feel like it's laced
Shorty want Denny's, she don't got no taste
Shorty want me, but she don't know her place
She wanna trap me, but I'm in the states
I give her dick, I do not give her dates
I can't be playin' position, my niggas be itchin', I'm running a cult
I can't be doin' these missions, your bitch in the field, and she gave it her all
Man, these niggas so sweet (So sweet)
Man, these hoes so weak, on my niece
He ain't gon' pop this heat (Pop this heat)
He ain't gon' tweak, he don't got hands or feet
Blood won't leak, bitch, I'm sittin' here comfortably
Now, what's your beef?
Baby, get rocked to sleep
