YZNRevenge - Heat Check (feat. K Solo) Lyrics

K-Solo type shit (Bleh)
YZN
Damn, damn, damn
I got the heat check, check that shit, no Nike bitch (bitch)
I be swerving the SRT you know I be drifting bitch (whew)
I be smokin' that za-za-za
I got a Glock, shootin it shot, I got the drum rollin' in this bitch
I'm flippin' the bread and I'm flippin' the whew
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm rockin Balenciaga and the Rick
So much cash, man, I cannot sit
So many diamonds on me, I gotta swim
I got the drip on me, Ric Flair
Nigga all talk, but bitch, I'm prepared
Nigga all talk, but bitch, I'm prepared
Nigga be dissin, but stopping and
Starin
I pop a molly, I'm geekin out of my body lil bitch ain't sheddin' no tear
I hit the club last night, sippin' on Barcardi
Rockin' on Cartier, yeah
Diamonds are all in my body
Bad lil' bitch, she a freak, she sippin' Mojito
I be in the back and I sippin' on Tito
She tryna link with nigga, but that bitch
She got a nigga, so I told her, huh, she faneto
Rockin' on Prada, shades lil' bitch, that Martino
I'm a still rockstar nigga
Bigger than Lenin, and bigger than Beatles
Bigger than life, bigger than life
Super saiyan goat, lil' bitch, I'm Vegito
I get the heat, I get the heat
Lil' Check, lil' nigga, no Nike
I get the heat, I get the heat
Lil' Check, lil' nigga, no type beat
(Yeah, yeah) with my boy K Solo
In this shit (cash shit, cash shit) finna flood on this shit yeah ( rock out)
Bitch, ain't no check on me
Nigga, I stay on my heat
Dumbass niggas, try run up on me
And got left in the street
Ten toes to the midnight, I ain't workin' my feet
You know it ain't nothin' to f*ck up a beat
Try hang with a size spect, catch you a beat
That nigga try talk on the turn
That stick get him right in his mouth
And knock out his teeth, uh
When I hop in the paint
It feelin' like Shaq, I feel like Sharif
Need so much money, can't fit in a brief
A two-man move, I'm signing with Neat
This bitch not bad, her body unique
She nothin' to trust, her ass from the creek
She thought I was broke, she ain't even peep
Just hop in the bed and f*ck up the sheets, uh
That bitch don't bring nothin' to the table, nigga but pussy
I was just f*cked up, nigga
I had to go hop in that, I ain't siding with rookies, uh
I'm feelin' like Batman, nigga
I only be movin' at night
Nigga try run up on me, he got sent to the white light
Nigga, I'm high as the f*ck outta mind, outta sight
My body just got on the Glock
With a beam, all he need is a sight
These niggas all bark, my dog's gon' bite
Ain't talkin' to virgin, and I gotta stay tight
One for all with the Glock, all might
Don't ask if I f*ck your bitch, cause I might
My sis, they strapped up, she not a dyke
They thought I was dead, but I came back to life
Bleh, huh, I took a drink, don't sip, no tussin
Bad lil' bitch, she woke me up, and woke me up
I said, well, f*ck it, I put my Chrome Heart jacket on my shit
Then I rush, then I dip, dip
Calling my phone over petty ass shit
That petty ass shit, I cannot forgive
That bitch is a treesh
I hop up, In motherf*ckin' Track Hawk Jeep
I higher than life when I hop in this beat
My niggas, they know that I got the heat
My niggas, they know that I swerve when I rap
I drip when I talk
Niggas all talk, but don't even drop
They all talk, but please don't flop
Yeah, Rändöm Müsic