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li heat - crimson tide lyrics

[intro: li heat]
ayy, let’s go (ayy, let that sh+t ride, tav)
gang

[chorus: li heat]
ayy, like a coin, you knowin’ i toss the stick
hit somethin’ like it’s reuben foster
aim on point, so you know i got offers
b+tch tryna catch one like jaylen waddle
ayy, hit from the back like curtis, she tired
no jalen hurts, but i’m tryna slide
hits got bro, come through with a 9
ayy, i’m starting on the field, what the f+ck is a pound?

[verse 1: li heat]
but f+ck that, i’m tryna get me a ‘ship
a.j. mccarron bullets all in my clip
i’m in the field like devonta smith
this a g+lock, not a wes on my hip
pass the knot, my drac’ got grip
like fitzpatrick, i p+ss on ’em and dip
ayy, like fitzpatrick, i take somethin’ and leave
my shooter likе tua, he from overseas
ayy, no landon collins, i gеt to a sack
and she lyin’ like cuban, i’m lyin’ right back
ayy, just like jones, i’m slangin’ this mac
ayy, stretch that b+tch, i’m a mack like jones
birds like julio, talk on the phone
i’m strict like nick, f+ck up and you gone
these n+ggas like nick, they savin’ these hoes
i benched my ho, replacin’ these hoes
[chorus: li heat]
ayy, like a coin, you knowin’ i toss the stick
hit somethin’ like it’s reuben foster
aim on point, so you know i got offers
b+tch tryna catch one like jaylen waddle
ayy, hit from the back like curtis, she tired
no jalen hurts, but i’m tryna slide
hits got bro, come through with a 9
ayy, i’m starting on the field, what the f+ck is a pound?

[verse 2: big yavo]
ayy, ain’t seein’ the bench, you know i’m a star
won’t need to run it back, ain’t no ho in my heart
catch him out of bounds, we pullin’ his card
coach, he ain’t scorin’, put him on the bench
me and my son rich, i feel like trent
don’t get tired, we roll like lint
ayy, sold him twenty+two grams, think his name mark
catch an opp tryna drive off, i put it in park
ayy, ball like wilson, you know i’m a mack
keep my drac’ like josh, put eight in his back
opps need to d up, kirkpatrick and pat
man, i’m high as a tower, know i keep me a sack
ayy, slidin’ with an oldhead, spin in the lat
these n+ggas brokies and jokes, just laugh, they silly
catch me an opp like calvin ridley
drop an opp, take a flight to new york like quinley, gang
[chorus: li heat]
ayy, like a coin, you knowin’ i toss the stick
hit somethin’ like it’s reuben foster
aim on point, so you know i got offers
b+tch tryna catch one like jaylen waddle
ayy, hit from the back like curtis, she tired
no jalen hurts, but i’m tryna slide
hits got bro, come through with a 9
ayy, i’m starting on the field, what the f+ck is a pound? gang

- li heat lyrics

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