Heat Check

[Intro: RiskTaker D-Boy]
(BP)
Ayy

[Verse 1: RiskTaker D-Boy]
How many fiends I gotta overdose to run the city?
Heat check, I don't think too many niggas fucking with me
Paranoid, riding 'round with nina, I don't got a license
Bust your ass in broad day, you try some shit in private
Keep it on me, I don't need no friends, ain't no leaning on me
This bitch'll chop you down, in other words, a cleaver on me
Mama say she scared for my life, she think the reaper on me
I wasn't never gon' be shit, that's what my teacher told me

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Ayy, I just took a bubble bath with the ice on
I don't trust your ass, bitch, we fuckin' with the lights on
Big ten milli' on my hip, I wanna fight, though
Six ounces in a cream soda, I want a Sprite, though
You can't get no money sittin' at home, you gotta take a trip
D-Boy told me if you want a Rollie, nigga, take a risk
'Member when I stayed on Mackin Road, I was taking shit
Tables turned, now I'm somewhere outta town making chips

[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
Excusin' everything but the beef, I want all smoke
Whipped a ten out at McDonalds to buy a large Coke
Gargle balls while she suck the dick, she got a large throat
Load came in packaged up like a bar of soap
If them bitches get behind me, then I'm on the run
Pussy weak as hell, but in her mouth, she got a golden tongue
Met a bitch and fucked the same day, that's a hole in one
Bump stock on my AK to control my gun

[Verse 4: RiskTaker D-Boy]
Fuck rap, they ain't wanna see me down at Rolling Loud
'Cause they know I see an opp, then I might air the crowd
And every time I see my fans, they wanna stare me down
The bitches that I used to fuck, they don't compare to now
My occupation bustin' in these bitches while they ovulatin'
Turn around and say they pregnant, ho, that's not my baby
Boss man, collectin' all the pros from the operation
Tired of shittin' on these niggas like I'm constipated

[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG]
Let my anger take over my brain and almost shot a baby
Double G's on, fuckin' Keyshia, I'm not Radric Davis
I feel like a fiend, mama, I been takin' Roxies lately
Fuck the bitch safety, I'm tryna make sure the condom made it
It was a thousand oranges in there, let 'em go for eighty
Damn, my old white man just called with some OC 80s
Whoever knew in my future, I'd be going codeine crazy?
I could buy a Scat Pack right now if all my dope fiends paid me

[Verse 6: RMC Mike]
Grab a twenty ounce and drop a situation in it
Pop a Perc and fuck back to back, ain't no wait a minute
Left my FNs at the crib, I'ma baby K a nigga
Ain't no yes-men over here, baby, I'm a maybe nigga
I'll still shoot your car up even if the baby in it
Go OT a do a lot of features 'cause they pay me different
Rob you, then rob myself, I'm a shady nigga
The drum only hold seventy-five, I'll stuff eighty in it