Heat of the Night
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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Written by: Aaron Smith, Malik Hall, Samuel Wells
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