Kamaiyah - Heat Warning Lyrics

Keep it litty, litty
Back up, doin' numbers
F*ckin' shit up for the rest of the summer
Ayy, first they hate you then they love ya
Don't feel shit off the Perkies, I'm on one
Ayy, I'm number one like Stunna
F*ck it up, f*ck it up on a Honda
Ayy, f*ck it up, heat warning
F*ck it up, f*ck it up for the summer

Ayy, baby smooth like butter
Give my ex to the streets I didn't want her
Ayy, whole crew totin' armor
Smellin' like Baccarat marijuana
Ayy, got old money, Jane Fonda
Rich nigga wanna f*ck without a condom
Ayy, he wanna make me baby mama
Nigga, please, I would never be your karma
Havin' fun now, slidin'
Before I pull up, gotta tell me what the vibe's is
Oh, tell me what the vibe's is
It ain't a party if I cannot bring my nine, ayy
All these hoes squares like boxes get checked
I'm already smooth, baby, I don't get pressed
Mix pearls with the jewels, been fresh
F*ck it up, f*ck it up, big step

Back up, doin' numbers
F*ckin' shit up for the rest of the summer
Ayy, first they hate you then they love ya
Don't feel shit off the Perkies, I'm on one
Ayy, I'm number one like Stunna
F*ck it up, f*ck it up on a Honda
Ayy, f*ck it up, heat warning
F*ck it up, f*ck it up for the summer

Bitch, I smell like Mugler
Don't fall out with my folks
That's a no 'cause I'm too player
Self-made, too rare
When you playin' with them M's
F*ck around, take a few L's
Lit, baby, who cares?
Pop in, pop out, gun case, got a new bail
Knock, knock, who's there?
It's me, baby, I'm the one who I move
There's a G.O.A.T. in a Ghost
Make a bitch get mad on a post
Slide a brand-new Lamb through the mo'
It's the queen of the land, that's for sure
Big four

Back up, doin' numbers
F*ckin' shit up for the rest of the summer
Ayy, first they hate you then they love ya
Don't feel shit off the Perkies, I'm on one
Ayy, I'm number one like Stunna
F*ck it up, f*ck it up on a Honda
Ayy, f*ck it up, heat warning
F*ck it up, f*ck it up for the summer