Pop this Heat Lyrics – JPEGMAFIA

Read the full Pop this Heat lyrics by JPEGMAFIA from the album EXPERIMENTAL RAP along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Jpegmafia’s music, you can also explore Meet the Dealers and Head, two other songs by Jpegmafia.

[Intro]
(You think you know me)
I’ve been waiting for you
Patiently
All of my life
I’ve been waiting for you
How long was the wait for you
To tell me the truth?
Everybody knows that you’re mine
For life (For life)
You’re mine
Comfy

Everyday
We’re gon’ get through it

[Chorus]
Man, these n!ggas so sweet (So sweet)
Man, these hoes so weak, on my niece
He ain’t gon’ pop this heat (Pop this heat)
He ain’t gon’ tweak, he don’t got hands or feet
Blood won’t leak, b!tch, I’m sitting here comfortably
Now, what’s your beef?
Baby, get rocked to sleep

[Verse]
One in the sock, tucked in the crotch
Two in the Jeep, three under the seat
7.62, get to turning all beef to birria meat
I got your b!tch some new Prada, no Hyundai Sonatas, she flying charter for the week
I got some n!ggas that clip your propellers
You thinking you gonna be flying around me
Never changed from the minute that I came in the game
N!ggas tank they career and then shifting the blam
oing out like Ja, they don’t want no more pain
N!ggas broke your jaw, you ain’t talking the same
But I stay on call like twenty-four hours a day
We don’t got nothing to prove, I be fu*king with you

While I’m fu*king your boos every day
B!tch, I be clutching the Ruger, the Kimber Medusa
The look is outlasting the pain
You get blinded all these stones in my face
Even though I’m behind her, I’m winning the race
We melted your house, turned it to a face
We saving your b!tch, we don’t need a cape
I’m up at the Ritz, she taking her place, you throwing a fit
I thought I said that I don’t need a cape
Smoking on something, it feel like it’s laced
Shorty want Denny’s, she don’t got no taste
Shorty want me, but she don’t know her place
She wanna trap me, but I’m in the states
I give her d!ck, I do not give her dates
I can’t be playing position, my n!ggas be itching, I’m running a cult
I can’t be doing these missions, your b!tch in the field and she gave it her all

[Chorus]
Man, these n!ggas so sweet (So sweet)
Man, these hoes so weak, on my niece
He ain’t gon’ pop this heat (Pop this heat)
He ain’t gon’ tweak, he don’t got hands or feet
Blood won’t leak, b!tch, I’m sitting here comfortably
Now, what’s your beef?
Baby, get rocked to sleep