N2Sap - Heat Up

Heating up in 30 seconds call me microwave
Cut ties from the bitch she gon have to find her way
Shooting flicks with this cannon issa damn tape
Wizadry in the lab like my middle name RuneScape
Big Benjis flood my Jeans aint no pocket change
Protect ya neck when we squeeze Wu-Tang

Boom bada blow, cut em off cut the rope
Blow bada boom, cut em off then up the pole
Boom boom shooting turtle shells take ya soul
Metal to ya head cut that boy up give em bowl
We Really bout that shit we ain't finna finna troll
Shooters , hopping out yo yard like a damn mole

Yo ears get to ringing like we rolling loud
Money stuffed in saran wrap we some cash cows
Ugly bitch still ugly with makeup she ah clown
My dogs hopping out the pound and they still growl

Just like that scat do
Mr. get in the back what that cat do
Seeing triangles in my vision like who's who
Done picked em off chewed em out got his bubble blew
Say I aint finna make it but I see yo story view

Lemme get to the point man,

I'mma mufuckin
Risk taker
Money maker
Hoe slayer
Paper chaser
And I did it solo dolo fuck ah favor bitch

Bitches back to back to back 3 flavors
She tryna eat the dick like oatmeal quaker
In the stu makin bread and cooking I aint a baker
Tryna get a big crib with marble floors and ah hunnit acres

We finna step out, walk em down to tha spot
Buying SRTS and sporty shit but we aint jocks
Treat the booth like my office, Michael Scott
Since we makin paper stick my hand in the pot

Pot of gold, damn this aint luck doe
Been on my grind goin hard 7 days a week doe
Took the heart out yo chest this the final blow
Throwing kicks and punches like Taekwondo
Jack sparrow I ah let that cannon blow

I heard that talk is cheap whisper flip yo pockets
Shooting off into outer space like a hot comet
You wont even get a text back without deposit
I think you screwed when we slide like a light socket

New year same 2sap, what you really thought
2Sap off tha drank finna wipe my snot
Gotta keep gettin to it, lessons to be taught
Tryna buy the whole car lot thats really all I want
Betta tap the fuck in now, before (fore) I up my cost

Run it up fast, I ain't goin steady
She slurp me up, like some damn spaghetti
Goose coat fur on it like a yeti huh like a yeti

We da type to say BRB and neva come later
Smack the fuck out the cook and the waiter
Thought you was my boy, but you a traitor
Villain of the rap game, sum like Darth Vader

Written by:
Nathan Stevens

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