Heatcheck

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
I'm in the coupe going top speed
Heard you was tellin', but not me
I got some mula and I got some shooters, I hit you with left like I'm Rocky
I know that T got a glizzy
Don't be callin' my phone, I'm busy
Just gotta go put on for the city
You know I make a call and it's litty

[Chorus]
'Cause I got some shooters that can't even get on the plane, go ahead get out my way
I'm only fuckin' with tens, you fuckin' with trays, if I call you lil' bitch you gon' stay
She send shots like heatcheck
Off with your head like a new toupe
My life a movie I'm playing 2K
Heard he was trynna be cool too late
This ain't no regular life, I bе drivin' exotic cars down the pipe
This ain't no rеgular flight, got a bitch on the private jet trynna pipe
I take your bitch off the ?
I got shooters just fighting indictments
Ey none of these hoes excite me, say they lovin' my flow and they bite me