Heatstroke ft. ChryZ Lyrics

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

Fuck 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

Fuck 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 fuck with a Jake

World on my back so it's fuck all the hassle

Fuck 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 fuck 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