Heat of the Night

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Trilly Trills, Prince Ak, B Wells

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Peter Peter the junkie feeder, stick dick to divas
Work dope no fentanyl just cut with Bonita
You know Peter pay Paul I'm an over achiever
Got down on a key and we made 'em believers
My whole team eating work be top notch
Everything on the ground yelling hopscotch
We have nots pushing them black tops
Go tell a friend at my spot, selling that butterscotch
Line for line thots tricking out of they prime
And these smokers yeah they aggy they always got nine
Whole hood sell dubs we sell it for dimes
While these guys blowing dour I'm burning key lime nigga
All around the world the kilo is the measure
They gon' keep it coming if you whip it better
Triple beam dreams residue is on the dresser
Boys at the trap door they gon' pull the lever
Yeah Yeah Bill Gillespie in the heat
Of the night now you tied to that hot seat
Yeah Yeah the opposite of peace huh (Huh)
Sending mom duke a wreath bruh
You moving too funny but bruh I got ya number
Another supper getting the chicken it's smothered
Brother gunners Trilly and Ak you wanna
Clear the way that nigga Wells is posted so run up
If you froggish leap mothafucka
Prayers if you try to cross the street mothafucka
The streets love us cover every single summer
Ludicrous the way we be coming I'm Lova Lova
Beats knock, beats hot, Trilly cold
They weird, Shakespeare, nigga told
Everything nigga spilling the whole story
We are no relation niggas don't need Maury, no way
The wackest version of my sons
Steve Nash on the gas I'm getting it done
It's so sad no pride they copy personas
Sorry they lied just to not go back to Arizona
All around the world the kilo is the measure
They gon' keep it coming if you whip it better
Triple beam dreams residue is on the dresser
Boys at the trap door they gon' pull the lever
Yeah Yeah Bill Gillespie in the heat
Of the night now you tied to that hot seat
Yeah Yeah the opposite of peace huh (Huh)
Sending mom duke a wreath bruh
They made that in the lab well I made this in the lab
Bang it on the ave or you can sell it by the slab
The stage is my new block I put it on smash
Never be a drought I keep something in the stash
It's like basketball when I pass
I put the rock in the spot
And fiends hit that shit straight off the glass
A southern mother loving nigga that move hard on the city blocks
A pack a crillz and a hammer holding thirty shots
Over the cash I'll slump you
I'm as hungry as Somalian cats crackers send twenty dollars a month to
If I confront you then tell the truth
I leave niggas in the boot no Rae Carruth nigga
My whole staff is hot
And cuz of that we 'bout to blow like alcoholics at a traffic stop
I blow jet fuel be higher than astronauts
We in the game now so yall can learn to watch yeah
All around the world the kilo is the measure
They gon' keep it coming if you whip it better
Triple beam dreams residue is on the dresser
Boys at the trap door they gon' pull the lever
Yeah Yeah Bill Gillespie in the heat
Of the night now you tied to that hot seat
Yeah Yeah the opposite of peace huh (Huh)
Sending mom duke a wreath bruh

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