Heat Check lyrics

[Intro: RiskTaker D-Boy]
(BP)
Ayy

[Verse 1: RiskTaker D-Boy]
How many fiends I gotta overdose to run the city?
Heat check, I don't think too many n*ggas f*cking with me
Paranoid, riding 'round with nina, I don't got a license
Bust your ass in broad day, you try some sh*t in private
Keep it on me, I don't need no friends, ain't no leaning on me
This b*tch'll chop you down, in other words, a cleaver on me
Mama say she scared for my life, she think the reaper on me
I wasn't never gon' be sh*t, that's what my teacher told me

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Ayy, I just took a bubble bath with the ice on
I don't trust your ass, b*tch, we f*ckin' with the lights on
Big ten milli' on my hip, I wanna fight, though
Six ounces in a cream soda, I want a Sprite, though
You can't get no money sittin' at home, you gotta take a trip
D-Boy told me if you want a Rollie, n*gga, take a risk
'Member when I stayed on Mackin Road, I was taking sh*t
Tables turned, now I'm somewhere outta town making chips

[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
Excusin' everything but the beef, I want all smoke
Whipped a ten out at McDonalds to buy a large Coke
Gargle balls while she suck the di*k, she got a large throat
Load came in packaged up like a bar of soap
If them b*tches get behind me, then I'm on the run
pus*y weak as hell, but in her mouth, she got a golden tongue
Met a b*tch and f*cked the same day, that's a hole in one
Bump stock on my AK to control my gun
[Verse 4: RiskTaker D-Boy]
f*ck rap, they ain't wanna see me down at Rolling Loud
'Cause they know I see an opp, then I might air the crowd
And every time I see my fans, they wanna stare me down
The b*tches that I used to f*ck, they don't compare to now
My occupation bustin' in these b*tches while they ovulatin'
Turn around and say they pregnant, ho, that's not my baby
Boss man, collectin' all the pros from the operation
Tired of sh*ttin' on these n*ggas like I'm constipated

[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG]
Let my anger take over my brain and almost shot a baby
Double G's on, f*ckin' Keyshia, I'm not Radric Davis
I feel like a fiend, mama, I been takin' Roxies lately
f*ck the b*tch safety, I'm tryna make sure the condom made it
It was a thousand oranges in there, let 'em go for eighty
Damn, my old white man just called with some OC 80s
Whoever knew in my future, I'd be going codeine crazy?
I could buy a Scat Pack right now if all my dope fiends paid me

[Verse 6: RMC Mike]
Grab a twenty ounce and drop a situation in it
Pop a Perc and f*ck back to back, ain't no wait a minute
Left my FNs at the crib, I'ma baby K a n*gga
Ain't no yes-men over here, baby, I'm a maybe n*gga
I'll still shoot your car up even if the baby in it
Go OT a do a lot of features 'cause they pay me different
Rob you, then rob myself, I'm a shady n*gga
The drum only hold seventy-five, I'll stuff eighty in it