Heat of the Night

Ghost, Violence, it's that other kinda shit

This is mine right here nigga, haha, oh yeah

(You thought the world was safe)

Homicide goon with shit bags triple niggas

I don't give a fuck when Police get dispatched

Wicked nigga, you can hear me laugh when the click-clack

Look at me, you can see me smile when the kickback

Before rap, ask where my gun and my clip at

Got my hands on it then I ask where the strip at

Niggas got coke, then I ask where the bricks at

Next rapper that lies, the next rapper I'll click at

Bullet holes in your Louis clothes

Get wrapped the fuck up, like a sushi roll

Soft niggas get wet like the coochie hole

Cootie nigga put my gun on goofy though

Got my heat on my side

And I'm gonna ride

Trust me if you crossed that line man it's over

In the heat of the night man I'm gonna ride

It get cold (cold, cold)

(Cold, cold)

My gun burn niggas like the way y'all burn Cali weed

Or the way a fat burner burns calories

Fuck a treadmill my 9 mil's the deadmill

You can fuck around and get your head spill (fuck around)

Or your guts dropped

You a goon, now I'ma G that can play any corner like the bus stop

Fuck around and get your Had a bitch on the floor like a dust mop

Still gettin' money in the spot

Cut you in the face with the blade we used to cutthroat

Hunnid shot tommy gun about to make the buck pop

Shotguns next, you hit with the buckshots

Got my heat on my side

And I'm gonna ride

Trust me if you crossed that line man it's over

In the heat of the night man I'm gonna ride

It get cold (cold, cold)

(Cold, cold)

Flyin' without a cape, right, I ain't on a safe flight

Underworld, turn into a Lycan in the late night

Flyin' through the city in a no brake lights

Beamer on, Nina on, probably got Tina on

I can't stand the rain or the pain

Nigga sipping on drain for flippin' cocaine

But you smile when you smokin' and you whippin' off lanes

Sipping champagne and you trickin' on dames

When you go to Hell and you sittin' on flames

Type of shit I think about sittin' on planes

First class if I crash shit'll all change

All I do is get high 'cause shit is all strange

Got my heat on my side

And I'm gonna ride

Trust me if you crossed that line man it's over

In the heat of the night man I'm gonna ride

It get cold (cold, cold)

(Cold, cold)