King JBoi - Space Heater

Pull up wit’ that heater in a two-seater
Left that b**** alone and I really didn’t need her

Pull up wit’ the sticks robbing Paul and Peter
Met a bad bitch I told her nice to meet ‘cha

I’m getting real hot like a Space Heater
Empty out the clip then I’m loading the feeder

I’m back up out the dark y’eh let’s run it like cheetahs
She running up a bag then you know she a keeper


Increasing the money and I ran up a check and I did it I proved it
Glock on my hip and I’m running wit’ shooters - you know that they foolish

Got a bad lil’ bitch - she running a check and you know that she boujee
Straight from the bottom - not minding manners - you know that I’m ruthless

I’m locked and I’m focused I’m taking my time - taking what mine make it all mine
Came up from nothing they doubted my grind - I made it out strong I made it out fine

Picked up the pace you know that hate it - hear the debating s*** is amazing
You know that I, run through the paper and I f*** up a check and I never be saving

All in a rush - spending it all - spending no time
Talking no money - calling wit’ drama - all out of time - blocking her line

I’m all three, you know that I’m different - feeling my vibe - deep in yo’ mind
Watching the signs, see that you lying - think that I’m blind


Pull up wit’ that heater in a two-seater
Left that b**** alone and I really didn’t need her

Pull up wit’ the sticks robbing Paul and Peter
Met a bad bitch I told her nice to meet ‘cha

I’m getting real hot like a Space Heater
Empty out the clip then I’m loading the feeder

I’m back up out the dark y’eh let’s run it like cheetahs
She running up a bag then you know she a keeper


I’m on fire like, water on plugs
Killing these n***** I got no respect like - f*** yo’ lil’ buzz

I pull on the block, load up the glock, dot on a op’
Solid like rock, none of you popped, apparently not

F****** wit’ shooters you know what we on - can’t f*** wit’ these rappers not getting along
Do none of that talking - no cash in my palms, all of these haters I’m bearing my arms

Feeling the heat and you know I’m on fire, she feeling the vibe - she really admire
Selling it raw - I need a buyer, don’t trust that n**** he talk through the wire

Keep it hun’nid can’t f*** wit’ y’all - y’all doing too much
Pressing them b****** you all on they line - you doing too much

I cut ‘em off - might run ‘em - they’an talking right
All of that talking - wit’ that back and forward - might get off’d tonight


Pull up wit’ that heater in a two-seater
Left that b**** alone and I really didn’t need her

Pull up wit’ the sticks robbing Paul and Peter
Met a bad bitch I told her nice to meet ‘cha

I’m getting real hot like a Space Heater
Empty out the clip then I’m loading the feeder

I’m back up out the dark y’eh let’s run it like cheetahs
She running up a bag then you know she a keeper

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