Текст Xanman – Heard Cuz Was Hot

What he got going on Leek?
What? Huh?
Heard cause was hot! Heard cause was hot
(Khroam on the beat)

Bag up the work, put it on the scale
I’m a real demon, we gon’ go to hell
I keep a hammer, and the bullets, the nails
Gucci flips, but I rather Chanel
Niggas ain’t trapping, why you got a scale?
Trapper of the year, we going to Yale
No graduation, I might get expelled
Heard cause was hot, know he gon’ tell

I get the work off like a mover
Walk down, I’ma creep like a cougar
Internet niggas, stay on your computer
Got the band, all I need is a tuba
Niggas squares, I’ma call them a grid
Might drag your grandmother by her wig
Got it out the mud, feel like a pig
Lexus coupe, riding ’round with a Sig
If I was you, I would jump off a bridge
Chopper make him hold his heart like the pledge
He ain’t trapping, I don’t care what they said
Locked in with a plug like a dread
I never freeze like some wock in the fridge
In the store like Pinky and Craig
Ran off, I ain’t doing no gigs

Bag up the work, put it on the scale
I’m a real demon, we gon’ go to hell
I keep a hammer, and the bullets, the nails
Gucci flips, but I rather Chanel
Niggas ain’t trapping, why you got a scale?
Trapper of the year, we going to Yale
No graduation, I might get expelled
Heard cause was hot, know he gon’ tell

Plug called; «Hello? Who is this?»
He tried to cross me, he got hung on a crucifix
Lil’ nigga say he sliding? Do it then
He say he got a gun? Shoot it then
Do the dash, Paul Walker, Ludacris
Call LG, we go to Ruth’s Chris
He gon’ rob me? Nigga, you stupid
Niggas hate cause they love when you losing

Bag up the work, put it on the scale
I’m a real demon, we gon’ go to hell
I keep a hammer, and the bullets, the nails
Gucci flips, but I rather Chanel
Niggas ain’t trapping, why you got a scale?
Trapper of the year, we going to Yale
No graduation, I might get expelled
Heard cause was hot, know he gon’ tell