(RizzyGotTheHeat)
(You´re not making this easy, Kyle)

Audemars Piguet, I blew it out, it ain´t for tellin´ time
Somethin´ ´bout that codeine when it blend in with the lemon-lime
Somethin´ ´bout them dollars when they get inside my palm
High as hell, talkin´ to demons, I can´t tell my rights from wrongs
Thoughts flowin´ out my brain, you won´t catch me write a song
Three-five, three-seven, you won´t catch me light a bong
´Rilla on my hoodie, bitch, I´m a king like I´m Kong
Bing to the bong, ding to the dong
Got your bitch hypnotized, bet she sing to my song
Old pussy-ass jit, you probably bleed through your thong

Shout-out Icebox, you see bling to the blaow
Scorin´ like I´m Kobe Bryant, takin´ beans out of town
Sippin´ Wock´ in Poland like I´m Boat, this lean, can´t pronounce
I´m known north to west, I´m known east to south
In a California king, remember dreams on the couch
They ain´t seen a ring in years, shit, they team on a drought
If I pop a V-cut, it´s gon´ be steam I let out
I´ma call you Oscar, sippin´ green lean, you a grouch
And your whole life trash
They think they got they site secure, I bet I bypass
If the clerk don´t know his job, he get a right jab

Fell asleep for two days with my high ass
Live in the moment, sip slow, but I drive fast
We don´t believe a word you say ´cause you cry wolf
The spot Gordon Food Service, pull up, buy bulk
CVVs, punches green, I feel like Hulk
Marni fuzzy than a bitch, it feel like wool
Heavy threats, can´t compare to your light pull
Pourin´ red, my pop black, we ball like Bulls, I´m ´93 Jordan
See the so-called MVP in the finals and keep scorin´
Steering wheel on the right side, bitch, the sleeve foreign
Opps so scared of beef, they probably don´t even eat Morton´s
Throw a hook, then sign the receipt underneath, it´s G. Foreman

Oh, you got a three poured? Every time I dream, it´s lucid
Broke ´cause you scared to take a risk, like, how you think this stupid?
Trisha got me movin´ .5 speed, I´m sleepin´, droolin´
Hundred steps ahead at all times like all I think´s conclusions
Why you post that eater on your story? You just bein´ foolish
Why you in Kappa?
Somewhere only rockets get like I´m with NASA
There he go, I ain´t sayin´ shit, just click-clackin´
NFL Combine, we had ´em zig-zaggin´
Talkin´ ´bout the plug, you ain´t even on brick status
Out in Hollywood, I think I´m finna Fifths Ave it, I´m a Saks fanatic

Came out in a thousand-dollar ´fit to just go grab a package
How I´m workin´ magic, you would think I got a hat with rabbits
First name Jack, not no Black, I be Apple stackin´
Stop flashin´ that, can´t grab a jacket from the Fashion District
ShittyBoyz, Dog$hitMilitia
Ayy, yeah (Brrt)
I can´t stop, I got that mamba mentality (Let´s go)
Chopper hit his ass, then you know it´s fatality
ShittyBoyz walked in with Wavy Gang, they tried to tackle me (Tried to tackle me)
They on the way, I´m in the spot, now I´m baggin´ it (Now I´m baggin´ it)

You the type to put the call in, never grab it
Bro´ll show you how to flip it fast, no spatula (No spatula)
Bro´ll show you how to stretch it fast, no wrestlin´ (Let´s go)
I can look at you and tell you ain´t gettin´ cake (Gettin´ cake)
Boy, we made it off the white girl like Ricki Lake (Like Ricki Lake)
House by the lake, that´s a new estate (For real)
You in that same place, all you do is hate
When I rock the rose gold plain, that´s a hundred K
If you ever try to take a thing, you see a hundred K´s
Pull up, make it rain on a sunny day (Brrt)
Feel like the old Weezy, I might rock the Bape
Lando rock the Tiziano ´cause we paid in full (For real)

Work so strong like we fightin´ bulls (Fightin´ bulls)
We winnin´ every year like the ´90s Bulls (Go)
Nigga doin´ all that tough talkin´, make him bite the tool
Whip sittin´ on them fuck-yous, we just broke the rules
Bro don´t like to take Percs, he just pop the blues
Hot as hell, but he´ll still put you on the news
Tron crazy, he just put a six in a Mountain Dew
Sound crazy, bitch, your lil´ nigga got more guap than who?
When we see a green ham, we turn to Dr. Seuss
Thirty ball on me like a three-point contest
Big B´s on like a fuckin´ Red Sox hat
Hit a horny bitch named Charlotte with a bobcat

Broke bitch thinkin´ she the catch, need to stop that
I got rich off hoein´ niggas, yeah, rap paid me
Doin´ credit card fraud with the tax lady
Came out the pussy actin´ funny like a crack baby
Gave your bitch backshots, but she ain´t Frankie
You gon´ make me set it off, came up there and never thought
Pokémon with the nut, she gon´ catch it all
Nigga was a killer, why he hit the stand, tell it all?
Bad referee, when she get hit, I ain´t gon´ never call
Yeah, hop out, slay a nigga, feel like Santa Claus
If it´s money on the floor, I´m comin´ out, Diana Ross
I just want the neck, I´m gettin´ confused, why is your panties off?

Might never see my face again, I feel like Jabbawockeez
Nigga, I´ll give this bitch to you, ain´t gotta backdoor me
Treat him like a tennis player, leave his hat open