Hold That Heat Feat Travis Scott Y Southside Lyrics | Future

Southside on the track, yeah
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Whatever I say
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Whatever I say

(Yeah)
Hold that, hold that heater
Hold that, hold that heater
Hold that, hold that heater
Hold that, hold that heater
Hold that, hold that heater
Hold that, hold that heater
Hold that, hold that heater
Sittin' across, they get it
The snipers that with me ain't trippin'
Hold that, hold that heater
Hold that, hold that heater
Hold that, hold that heater
Hold that, hold that heater
Hold that, hold that heater
Hold that, hold that heater

And they know I'm lethal
I done been a lot illegal
Crib packed down in Rio
Ten chains, I'ma free up
Niggas want beef, I'm that G, yeah
My diet on keto
Five guys with me on G up
She want six like Ceelo
I'm wanted
One of the top of the barrel
Number one, get all the zeros
Sippin' on water not Styro'
Niggas keep tryin', they keep playin' around
Before he end up on a mural
Block gettin' spinned like a euro
I'm Batman, I ain't even no hero, yeah
Out of the South then we packed to the East
Jumped in somewhere I could buy me a seat
They moved out West because bro had a V
Looked in his eyes and said, need one of these
Three hunnid days and it still ain't no sleep
Inside and outside, it was ninety degrees
Now it's big tables with lot of us seat
Mafia shit, G, you gotta compete
Slipin' and slidin' this lot out the side
I got a vibe, gotta keep it a secret
That's not a body, she got a physique
Took her to Brooklyn to meet with thirteen
She got some friends I've been wantin' to meet
She got a squad, yeah, she keep her some demons
All of the heat, they love them some freaks
We got the heat

Hold that, hold that heater
Hold that, hold that heater
Hold that, hold that heater
Hold that, hold that heater
We poppin', I know that they get it
The snipers that's with me ain't trippin'
Hold that, hold that heater
Hold that, hold that heater

Second verse, I'm locked in
Whole squad on me, testin'
Ten plus in mathematics
Lotta racks on this plastic
Six months down out in Cabo
The lil' tryna teach me Spanish
Altoids shaped like Xanax
Cup spilled up then vanished

Yeah, I came out the streets with a demon, yeah
Stay high and creep low on the demon, yeah
I'm clutchin' the pole, I'm a slinger, yeah
I got a main bitch but I mingle, yeah
I'm drowning these pills with some lean, yeah
The hook on the chopper, Kareem, yeah
I'm poppin' these bitches like a bean, yeah
She sit in the coupe and she ink, yeah
I said I want smoke then achieve, yeah
I get at them chicken for cheap, yeah
I'm spendin', designer my jeans, yeah
My shirt all the way down to my feet, yeah
[?] With you, die by the law, won’t shit you manage, yeah
I'm turnin' one M to a hundred of them
And I'm 'bout to get me a V
Exotics on exotics on exotics on exotics, I want that bitch, I keep her
Poppin' them pills and I'm drinkin' my drank, man, fuck what they say, I don't need it
Old man shoulda just stayed in his place, I ghost that bitch, I don't need her, yeah

Hold that, hold that heater
Hold that, hold that heater
Hold that, hold that heater
Hold that, hold that heater
We poppin', I know that they get it
The snipers that's with me ain't trippin'
Hold that, hold that heater
Hold that, hold that heater
Hold that, hold that heater
Hold that, hold that heater
Hold that, hold that heater
Hold that, hold that heater
We poppin', I know that they get it
The snipers that's with me ain't trippin'
Hold that, hold that heater
Hold that, hold that heater

Whole squad on me testin'
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