Heat

Heat, heat, heat, heat, heat Don't play with the heat Don't fry in the streets Aw man, got damn, look at that Got em dying in the heat Heat, heat, heat, heat Don't play with the heat Don't fry in the streets Aw man, got damn, oh Lord Got em dying in the heat Heat, heat, heat, heat Heat, heat, heat, heat Heat, heat, heat, heat Heat, oh Lord, got damn Got em dying in the heat Heat, heat, heat, heat Heat, heat, heat, heat Heat, heat, heat, heat Heat, oh Lord, got damn Got em dying in the heat Heat up in my cooking, heat up in my flow The shit so hot you swear I took it Heat up in my city Three Three Seven Sick and tired of people overlooking Bouta lose it Shit so jiggy, groovy, dope and all of the above All the baby mamas and the baby daddies Vibing with it in the club Got damn I'm hot Got em sweating bullets, beans like people in The Boot be saying You know heat rise and that's the reason I been MIA I been elevating Heat made me to where I don't even bust a sweat Til it's at least about a hundred degrees And if you come at the steez My rhymes gun at your knees These lines gunning to please These lines gunning with ease, heat Oo Lord I been blessed with the heat Cursed with the heat Birthed with the heat Last with defeat, first with the heat Sweating me and feeling thirst from the heat Say they sweating me and feeling thirst cause the heat First I'ma eat, last name Prejean So I'm to the hearse with the heat Aye, I been on fire all day Can't take the heat you can't stay Can't take the heat run away Heat, heat, heat, heat, heat Don't play with the heat Don't fry in the street Aw man, got damn, oh Lord Got em dying in the heat Heat, heat, heat, heat Heat, heat, heat, heat Heat, heat, heat, heat Heat, Oh Lord, got damn Got em dying in the heat Hundred degrees before I even get my eyes open Light up the tree, you know I lead with the mind open I don't compete, I'm complete You at a standstill I got the energy, I cannot stand still I'm the road where you swerved in the ditch If you ever caught of a whiff of this piff And you slept on it Nigga jack your style and they step on it I can tell y'all foul like the ref Niggas agree I'm the man I won't stand for no minimal plans I need bands out the ass Money be moving too fast I need multiple hands to reach out and pay me in advance Walk through the loneliest path just to find What I wanted the longest I already had People be going so mad If only you knew what it's like to throw stones in the glass Oh how it's hot in Louisiana I might just sweat out my new bandana I had to go to the corner store Grab a smart water and an Arizona That's cause I'm raising the fahrenheit I might have to take it there tonight For the cold niggas and the cold women Sending no energy and bad vibes Heat, heat, heat, heat Don't play with the heat Don't fry in the streets Aw man, got damn, oh Lord Got em dying in the heat Heat, heat, heat, heat Heat, heat, heat, heat Heat, heat, heat, heat Aw man, got damn, oh Lord Got em dying in the heat Heat, heat, heat, heat Heat, heat, heat, heat Heat, heat, heat, heat Heat, Oh Lord, got damn Got em dying in the heat Heat, heat, heat, heat Heat, heat, heat, heat Heat, heat, heat, heat Heat, Oh Lord, got damn Got em dying in the heat