"Heat Warning" lyrics

Keep it litty, litty
Back up, doin' numbers
Fuckin' shit up for the rest of the summer
Ayy, first they hit you, then they love ya
Don't fuck shit off the perky's own mamas
Ayy, I'm number one like Stoner
Fuck it up, fuck it up on a Honda
Ayy, fuck it up, he want her
Fuck it up, fuck it up for the summer

Ayy, baby smooth like butter
Give my ex to the streets like they don't wanna
Ayy, whole crew told her no more
Smell it like Baccarat marijuana
Ayy, got old money, Jane Fonda
Rich nigga wanna fuck without a condom
Ayy, he wanna meet me, baby mama
Nigga, please, I would never be a comer
Havin' fun now, slidin'
Before I pull up, gotta tell me what the vibe's is
Oh, tell me what the vibe's is
And then I party if I can, I bring my nine in
Ayy, all these whole squares like boxes get checked
I'm already smooth, baby, I don't get pressed
Mix pearls with the jewels, bein' fresh
Fuck it up, fuck it up, big step

Back up, doin' numbers
Fuckin' shit up for the rest of the summer
Ayy, first they hit you, then they love ya
Don't fuck shit off the perky's own mamas
Ayy, I'm number one like Stoner
Fuck it up, fuck it up on a Honda
Ayy, fuck it up, he want her
Fuck it up, fuck it up for the summer

Bitch, I smell like New Bleda
Don't fall out with my folks
That's a no cause I'm too blessed
Self-made, too rare
When you playin' with the mems, fuck around, take a few L's
Lit, baby, who cares?
Pop in, pop out, gun case got a new bell
Knock, knock, who's there?
It's me, baby, I'm the one who I move
Sells a goat and a ghost
Make a bitch get mad on the post
Slide a brand-new lamb through the moat
It's the queen of the land, that's for sure
Big four

Back up, doin' numbers
Fuckin' shit up for the rest of the summer
Ayy, first they hit you, then they love ya
Don't fuck shit off the perky's own mamas
Ayy, I'm number one like Stoner
Fuck it up, fuck it up on a Honda
Ayy, fuck it up, he want her
Fuck it up, fuck it up for the summer