Pre Heat lyrics

[Intro]
(Drop that sh*t)

[Chorus]
In Chicago at a fifi, gun on pre-heat
I feel like I'm Drizzy, screaming Kiki
Thottie, you don't love me, plus you ugly
I find it funny these n*ggas don't get no money
Shooting at yo fifi, gun on pre-heat
I'm back into Chi-Town, I ball out like Nee Streets
Then mix it in my Fiji, I make it look easy

[Verse]
Hit my trap phone if you need me
Uh-huh, b*tch, uh-huh
I got what you want, huh
Crack rocks, sell it to your mom
Neighborhood drama, now I got more money than your neighborhood hustler
I just popped a Tesla, now I'm in a Tesla
Not the one to mess with, know we keep them sticks tucked
Ain't sh*t sweet, you got sh*t f*cked up
Heat up on my hip, up it like the summer
I don't got the commas, save me thе drama
I run up the bands and I f*ck on yo' momma
Say you want smoke, in the cut with thе llama
VVS on my wrist, change it up like the tundra
Rifle in the trunk, b*tch I feel like a hunter
Third eye open b*tch, I feel like a monster, uh
I'm a killer, I'm a straight Jeffrey Dahmer
I'm a goon, but I roll with them goblins
I'm a God so I f*ck on a goddess
That's on my life, yeah, that's on my life
I'm a God so I f*ck on a goddess
That's on my life, I put my kids on your wife
[Chorus]
In Chicago at a fifi, gun on pre-heat
I feel like I'm Drizzy, screaming Kiki
Thottie, you don't love me, plus you ugly
I find it funny these n*ggas don't get no money
Shooting at yo fifi, gun on pre-heat
I'm back into Chi-Town, I ball out like Nee Streets
Then mix it in my Fiji, I make it look easy