| 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 I 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 spilled (fuck around)
|
| Or your guts dropped
|
| You a goner, I’ma G that can play any corner like the bus stop
|
| Fuck around and get your slug popped
|
| Had a bitch on the floor like a dust mop
|
| Still gettin' money in the dusk spot
|
| Cut you in the face with the blade we use to cut rock
|
| Hunnid shot Tommy Gun about to make the buck pop
|
| Shotgun 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 seis, no brake lights
|
| Beamer on, Nina on, probably got Tina on
|
| I can’t stand the rain or the pain
|
| Nigga sippin' on drain for flippin' cocaine
|
| But you smile when you smokin' and you whippin' all lanes
|
| Sippin' champagne and you trickin' on dames
|
| When you go to Hell, are 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) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Heat of the Night , by - Styles P. Song from the album G-Host, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп