Heatcheck lyrics

[Intro: Bloodhound Hothead]
On foenem grave baby, on foenem grave I love y'all, baby I'm on the phone with you right when, baby I'm recording, when y'all hear this y'all gon want to talk about this
You know what I'm saying, gang
GDK on foenem grave
Ay, ay

[Verse 1: Bloodhound Hothead]
Ay
Rose gold, bullets in this Draco look like shooting stars
Cuban link, diamonds on my cup, got foenem pouring up
Slidin' down Stony in this Trackhawk with a cold heart
She deep-throatin' 'til she choking, got her nose runny
I'm BloodHound, dirty money I been runnin' thru
Ducking, with these gunners, lotta choppas, I'm a flamethrower (Ay)
I'm hot as the devil, ain't gotta vouch for me
b*tch, I did back-to-back bids, ain't gotta vouch for me
Why you n*ggas still talking sh*t, like I ain't dangerous?
You tangible, and you n*ggas stay dangling
Clip hangin', went on a drill, di*k swinging
Wear them black bandanas, I had b*tches thinking they famous
Venting to my b*tch 'bout my life, she tryna tame me
An opp, having dreams about me, wishing they could frame me
Playing with Mo name on JMoe grave I'm bangin'
Change lane n*gga, ain't no more fire in my lane n*gga

[Bridge: Bloodhound Hothead]
Ooh, ooh, that's a heatcheck (Ooh, ooh, let's go)
Ooh, let's go, that's a heatcheck (Let's go)
Ooh, let's go, I hear them heatchecks
On JMoe grave I'll f*ck his ass up
[Verse 2: Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
I like Mini Micro Drac's
60 shots ridin' in a straight
I seen 12 and hit the gate
b*tch you know that I got away
b*tch you know that I don't play
I'll hop out broad day, 50 shots can't get away
Bullets spray, they hit your face
This sh*t burn, just like some mace
I Tonyed a Perc' to start the day
Tryna do what I do but you know they can't
n*ggas really hoes tryna be what they ain't
.62s break bones, leave a n*gga in pain
.62s sent his ass home, left his ass enraged
n*ggas making sad songs when they feel them flames
When they feel them flames

[Verse 3: Bloodhound Hothead]
(Hot, hot, hot, hot)
(Hot, hot, hot, hot, let's go)
You can ask Swerv and Derm, I got dimes
I insist that I ain't ball hog, I'm one of a kind
I'm from the 9, we call it the nasty, my n*ggas nasty
These b*tches nasty, foe up the gun and then blast it
I really did time in the dark, I saw the devil
I told 'em I'm the hottest motherf*cker, I had to let 'em know
(Know my angels, I'm vicious, I got wishes for that Bentley)
When it was me and Cash on they ass, it was trackable
Let's talk about that night when I was throwing out that 2-door (Dah-dah-dah)
Let's talk about that night when I sent ninety shots with shh (Dah-dah-dah-dah-dah)
It was shh, we had 3 shh, 30 shots a piece
n*ggas b*tches, ain't from over east, I'm still in the streets
I'm the streets, b*tch, the biggest flame, n*ggas know my name
On the gang, you can get changed, and ain't sh*t change
[Verse 4: Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
I'll let a n*gga home, catch him tryna make plays
Won't be too long 'til a n*gga in the grave
Too hot on these songs, blood say that I'm crazy
Got hot on these songs so I gotta go crazy
n*ggas really my sons, tryna say they made me
Jumpin' out with that Drac', many n*ggas can't take me
Pull up, shootin' in this sh*t like KD
Takin' n*ggas down, put his face on the pavement

[Outro: Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
Takin' n*ggas down, put his face on the pave
Go, go, go, go