Heat Back
Ight, ight
Tell 'em zo, tell 'em (Ok, ok)
I'm finnna talk my shit
Tell 'em what we doin' brah
(Zo tell 'em what we doin')
Ay, wassup, my name is zo I'm finna tell you what we doin'
Wasn't talkin' basketball when I said my team was shooting
Ay, I don't care if it's your girl, bro if she bad, man Imma shoot
Ay, I don't care if you lift weight, man if you buff, man Imma shoot you
With a fake gun tho
I keep a number nine on me they thought I was Rondo
Making money everyday, ain't got time for drama
Knock a nigga out in one puch, they think I'm Saitama
You was prolly talkin' basketball If you said you shoot
You wass prolly talkin' 'bout the weather if you said you cool
You was prolly talkin' 'bout a dog if you said you got bitches
Bro I don't tell my business to niggas cause niggas be snitches
Ah, you'd prolly snitch for a McChicken
Bro yall niggas be broke as fuck, can't even buy a McChicken
Coolin' with a bad bitch and she mexican
Coolin' with a bad bitch and she Haitian
Coolin' with a bad bitch and she Jamaican
Ay, Coolin' with a bad bitch and she Asian
Okay
Okay
They say, Zo what your type?
I say all flavours
Um, um, can I?
Wha-What's your zodiac sign?
Brah shut up bitch
Omg
Get ou, get out bitch
It's giving
Close the door, please close the door
It's giving Scorpio
Bitch you better pay me cash, I don't do no favours
Bro I just quit my nine to five, cause that shit was slavery
Like danm, you want me to clean the toilet?
Twelve knocking at my door, flush it down the toilet
Yo whos this, whos this?
Ouvre la porte mon homme, c'est la poilice, ay, ay, ay
C'est la police ok
No speak english moi
Fait que, viens ouvrir
Okay
I'm the king, finna change my name to Martin Luther
Yo, if I kill you, will you come back like The Undertaker?
Mmh, let's test it out
Nah, I'm playing I was talkin' 'bout call of duty
Shawty say she home alone? That's the call of duty
Im trynna run up a bag and put it under my matress
Bro I don't understand this bitch, she might be a math test
Hello sir, it's your bank, Imma need your address
And your credit card
And your social insurrance, I left mine in my car
My bad
The fuck?
Bring the beat back nigga
It's winter, but I can bring the heat back nigga
(Zo tell 'em what we doin')
Imma bring the heat back, I need 19 ovens
All my hoes got Covid, I got nineteen of 'em
That's cap
Tell 'em zo, tell 'em (Ok, ok)
I'm finnna talk my shit
Tell 'em what we doin' brah
(Zo tell 'em what we doin')
Ay, wassup, my name is zo I'm finna tell you what we doin'
Wasn't talkin' basketball when I said my team was shooting
Ay, I don't care if it's your girl, bro if she bad, man Imma shoot
Ay, I don't care if you lift weight, man if you buff, man Imma shoot you
With a fake gun tho
I keep a number nine on me they thought I was Rondo
Making money everyday, ain't got time for drama
Knock a nigga out in one puch, they think I'm Saitama
You was prolly talkin' basketball If you said you shoot
You wass prolly talkin' 'bout the weather if you said you cool
You was prolly talkin' 'bout a dog if you said you got bitches
Bro I don't tell my business to niggas cause niggas be snitches
Ah, you'd prolly snitch for a McChicken
Bro yall niggas be broke as fuck, can't even buy a McChicken
Coolin' with a bad bitch and she mexican
Coolin' with a bad bitch and she Haitian
Coolin' with a bad bitch and she Jamaican
Ay, Coolin' with a bad bitch and she Asian
Okay
Okay
They say, Zo what your type?
I say all flavours
Um, um, can I?
Wha-What's your zodiac sign?
Brah shut up bitch
Omg
Get ou, get out bitch
It's giving
Close the door, please close the door
It's giving Scorpio
Bitch you better pay me cash, I don't do no favours
Bro I just quit my nine to five, cause that shit was slavery
Like danm, you want me to clean the toilet?
Twelve knocking at my door, flush it down the toilet
Yo whos this, whos this?
Ouvre la porte mon homme, c'est la poilice, ay, ay, ay
C'est la police ok
No speak english moi
Fait que, viens ouvrir
Okay
I'm the king, finna change my name to Martin Luther
Yo, if I kill you, will you come back like The Undertaker?
Mmh, let's test it out
Nah, I'm playing I was talkin' 'bout call of duty
Shawty say she home alone? That's the call of duty
Im trynna run up a bag and put it under my matress
Bro I don't understand this bitch, she might be a math test
Hello sir, it's your bank, Imma need your address
And your credit card
And your social insurrance, I left mine in my car
My bad
The fuck?
Bring the beat back nigga
It's winter, but I can bring the heat back nigga
(Zo tell 'em what we doin')
Imma bring the heat back, I need 19 ovens
All my hoes got Covid, I got nineteen of 'em
That's cap
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Writer(s): Jean Markenley Prédestin
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