Heat Wave

Yeah Ok
Fast car
Nascar
New whip
Five star

New smoke
New clout
Backwoods
No cigar

Yeah, bitch I'm, where?
Catch me, where?
Woah

You can ever catch me stressin
Will of steel juh like robot
And we really dressin
Louis V right in the spot

Bitch I'm supa hot
Take yo girl right on the spot
Whip it whip it whip it
Got my wrist all in the pot

Hot like when I'm rappin
Hot like when you take a run, yeah
Hot like bullets cappin
Hot like bathing in the sun

Hot like when you trappin
Hot like you got a gun, yeah
Hot like fire crackin
Hot like pepper on a tongue, Okaayyy!

Bitch. I'm. Lit
And yo girl she
On. My. Dick. OK!

Bitch. I'm. Lit
And yo girl she
On. My. Dick. OK!

Bitch. I'm. Lit
And yo girl she
On. My. Dick. OK!

Bitch. I'm. Lit
And yo girl she
On top of. My. Dick. OK!

Hot like my face red
Hot like lighting up the dabs
Hot like losin money and
My name is Mr. Crabs

My name heavy like some lead
And thats not because I'm rappin
Young dio been had sauce
Since the slip from Janet Jackson

I got the supply, if I don't know you
Then I'm taxin
Goin crazy on the beat, like it's poetry
In snappin'

Please don't come my way
Cause we will split you like a fraction
When there's cops I got amnesia
Ion even know what happenin

I, I, I don't even know what's happening
All this money yeah it's stacking
He be flexing on the gram
Yeah that boy be really cappin'
Slim Finesse, Young Dio
Yeah we really make it happen
You know we the new wave
Those other rappers they be lacking

Bitch I know I'm hot
Bitch you know you not
You just a thot

Pull up to the spot
Gimmie sloppy top
Til I drop

Ooooo

I'm just tryna get a check
Ya shawty she giving me neck
Pull up and I'm with the shits
I'm the one you know that I'm lit

Bitch. I'm. Lit
And yo girl she
On. My. Dick. OK!

Bitch. I'm. Lit
And yo girl she
On. My. Dick. Ay ay!



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Writer(s): James George
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