Warhol.ss Keep Heat Lyrics

[Intro:]
Whoa Kenny

[Warhol.ss:]
Listen, I keep heat, yeah
We're out on these streets, yeah
Keep ones on my feet, yeah
We duck on police, yeah
Eat up, we do feasts, yeah
Just might f*ck your niece, yeah
Velcro fold like crease, yeah
Work like elbow grease

Gosha my linen, I keep me a pigeon
Made the decision, now codeine I'm pissin'
Back to back bitches, I keep me a fifty
Chop up the dough how she f*ck up the kitchen
Chef on my bitches, come stay with the lemons
Take any doses, I pilfer the feeling
f*ck with emotion, I can't see the ceiling
I put the dot on the head like you Krillin
Switch up the dot, keep the beam on the steamer
Fendi my focus, I drip like a preacher
Keep pressing on me and I lean like a meter
My Cuban in cleaners, it needed a cleanup
I switch up the pace, I watch for the Jakes
I beat it like Zay, piano I play
I play with the keys, and I move by the day
Bust out the form, we swerving the hate
I'm needing my check so I fly overseas
Keep Undercover like I cut up tees
Bitches bustin', they be sticking like fleas
Slimy niggas, wipe your nose like a sneeze
This pressies bus [?], niggas be wanting something
Pissy, I know you're fussy
And I know we tuckin'
Niggas a dime a dozen
He pour the Robitussin
Keep Aquafina, put three in a liter
I'm Simon they do it, it's follow the leader
I trap in the bando, hit me on the beeper
I pour when I'm landing, I'm kissing the Easter
I'm fly like air force
I keep me some horses
I kill like abortion
I popped an extortion
In Paris, I need me some woods, I import 'em
Nigga be fishin', like f*ck it, I don't want it Listen, I keep heat, yeah
We're out on these streets, yeah
Keep ones on my feet, yeah
We duck on police, yeah
Eat up, we do feasts, yeah
Just might f*ck your niece, yeah
Velcro fold like crease, yeah
Work like elbow grease

[Rico Nasty:]
Rollin' loud, smokin' loud
Ain't have a car, I can't valet it now
Talking shit, pulling up
Point em out, like who the one who said it, now?
Few pounds, touch down
He said, "I never seen a bitch bust it down"
Watch what you doing and who you do it to
'Cause what go around could come back around
If money was milkin', I need me a cow
Proving 'em wrong like did I hear a doubt?
Gotta roll out, you f*cking up my count
You see what I'm doing, you know what I'm about
When I count my stacks, that shit make sound effect
Got these bitches really mad 'cause they see I'm in my bag
They like, "Oh my goodness, you wish you f*cking could, bitch"
In a new car with a white girl, that's a Cool Whip
Ain't no one to fool with
Never on no bullshit
Just made a lot of money and I spent it on that outfit

[Warhol.ss:]
Listen, I keep heat, yeah
We're out on these streets, yeah
Keep ones on my feet, yeah
We duck on police, yeah
Eat up, we do feasts, yeah
Just might f*ck your niece, yeah
Velcro fold like crease, yeah
Work like elbow grease
Listen, I keep heat, yeah
We're out on these streets, yeah
Keep ones on my feet, yeah
We duck on police, yeah
Eat up, we do feasts, yeah
Just might f*ck your niece, yeah
Velcro fold like crease, yeah
Work like elbow grease