Heatstroke

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Wonder from Da 7 x ChryZ

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Turning up tit for tat
Turn up the heat
Turned my back on the world
And I turned up the beat
You can't copy this cat
You can't burn my CD's
Better stand when I talk
Like I'm burning the seat
Talk about an onomatopoeia
How you brag about your bitch
And I was saucing when I seen her
Shaking from knee up
Sweating from the knee down
Ain't nobody messing with the
C-H-R-Y-Z now
Getting kind of hot I need a breath
Shawty kind of hot I need her neck
Tryna make her life into a wreck
Maybe make her head into a mess
Little do she know her friend is next
I'm just tryna heat up
Tryna kick my feet up
Tryna get so hot that I don't sweat
F*ck up all my features
Have them watching from the bleachers
I don't gotta say that I'm the best
Get on the beat and I deep stroke
F*ck a frostbite this a heatstroke
Gotta hustle hard can't be broke
Imma see my pockets hit a C-Note
Stacking up my chips, I love my Fritos
Dodging mosquitoes
Blood suckers and snakes
Nigga like me never f*ck with a Jake
World on my back so it's f*ck all the hassle
F*ck city living I need me a castle
My sword and my shield
For all of my battles
On top of my cake
Cuz I'm lit like a candle
No limit addiction to digits
Came off the bench now I need starter minutes
Need recognition for my demolition
No derby but I get the track pretty dirty
Your bitch lookin flirty, I have that effect
Only money concern me
My language is checks
How do I got to word it to tell y'all I'm next
Maybe mans gotta fly out and change my accent
For a sec maybe change up my flow
I'm from the south where they sip and move slow
I done seen niggas turn paper and fold
I'm tryna f*ck on this shawty name Gold
She tall dark a stallion and I'm a young colt
I'm gone I'm a dog bitch feel like I'm Bolt
I speak to pique interest
You boys kind of boring
I speak for the trees
Lorax roll the whole forest
I'm Mr. Heat Meister, I'm Mr. Sun
Mr. turn the temp up to a hundred and one
Ruin the track that you thought you had run
Gimme my medals I already won
Ten toes to the ground imma say when I'm done
I'm really the real and I've only begun
Hit back to back like I write with a laser
Bit by the spider I'm feeling amazing
I'm blazing
I'm raising up hell for the niggas
That think they gon' ring on my bells
I'm the shit
Your bitch love how I smell like a pack
Tryna move a whole mill in the mail
I got wind in my sails, the one piece on my mind
Come compare them to ChryZ and these niggas all pale
Know for a fact that I can't ever fail
So imma keep going and smoking
I'm loaded
Fresh out the box look like something exploded
I'm chosen
Yeah this is my moment
Sun up to sun down I'm lookin for motion
Sun up to Sunday I can't ever rest
Cuz even the heat ain't gon' bring me to death
Nah

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