Heat Check

[Verse One: Ek DaOoter]
Throw five, throw ten, nigga I’m throwin’ thirty
Bro slidin, start shootin’ like Curry
That bitch wanna fuck but she can’t cos she dirty
Never the type to do drills off a yerky
Pop out the cut wit’ my knocker get sturdy
Bullets punch him, his vision get blurry
Think that I’m lackin, ain’t showin’ no mercy
Hollows is hot, [?] his jersey

Big EBK when I step in the spot, new opp in the air bitch we smokin’ on Naz
Yell don’t run, don’t run, don’t what?
Shells beating his face, leave his [?] with stars
I’m too tac wit’ this shit, tell bro spin back keep clappin’ his shit
Don’t try to slide cos we clappin’ dat whip
And if she tryna line den we packin’ a bitch

[Verse Two: Baby Jay]
Since its 5th to the Sev they can both die
[?] wе spin in a low ride
Tell brodie park up cos it’s go timе
[?] show time
The bitch [?] give me hoe vibes
The nigga you be with a bitch and he don’t slide
Told Sitchy pop out wit’ the .45
You know he a demon, we blitzin’ from both sides

[Verse Three: Sitchy Vato]
Once I hop out the whip Imma blow mine
Baby Jay wit’ me, you know that it’s go time
Hollow tips they get stuffed in a .45
Bitch I’ve been sturdy with chops since like 09
It’s DaOoter and Sitchy, they better not play
We gon’ slide where they stay, [?]
If he draggin’ his knuckles, get shot in his face
I got 62 ways in my Maybach, let’s race

[Verse Four: Ek DaOoter]
Beam on the knocker like this shit the Navy
He get shot if he totin’ on Stacy
I’m in the paint ballin’ like McGrady
And I dare a nigga try to play me
And I’m back on the block rollin’ [?]
[?] to hot, he been fiendin’ to click
Slidin through Vyse and your whip gettin’ swissed
EverythingK got the [?]

[Verse Five: Baby Jay, Sitchy Vato]
The ooters back home so you know that it’s lit
Spin the block send em shots tryna catch us a rip
Mr. ReadyToBoom, I don’t care who you with
[?] The Balla wit’ me and he itchin’ to click
Big trey five seven that sitchy a smith
Keep that shit on my hip like that shit is legit
Fell in love wit’ the kick, smokin’ shh out the zip
Mix him up with the [?], smoke him down wit’ [?]

[Verse Seven: Ek DaOoter, Baby Jay, Sitchy Vato]
Big knock on my hip, dare a nigga to slip
Move wock, get shot, anybody get hit
Nigga called him an Uber, we send him a Lyft
We gon [?] and send him to Rip
We gon’ pack him and clap him right next to his bitch
I ain’t leavin’ the scene til that lil nigga stiff

[Verse Ten: Ek DaOoter, Sitchy Vato, Baby Jay]
Mr. No Where To Run
Mr. Up It And Click
Mr. Ready To Boom
We go dumb on they strip

[Outro: Ek DaOoter]
Fuck JayRip
Fuck Naz
Fuck Mezzy
Fuck everybody nigga