Heat - Intellectual

[Chorus: Sol Jay]

You ain’t ready for sure

I mixed the Faygo with four

I’m Gucci down to the floor

Say that she ready for more

No, you not ready for war

And you not talking to me

I keep a Glock on the seat

I keep the Raf on my feet

I keep a rack in my jeans

No, you not ready for heat

[Verse 1: Sol Jay]

If you talking on my name I gotta redrum

And she swear that we in love 'cause we in bed some

Say she smarter than her friends but her head dumb

Ya boy ain’t never movin' but he said sumn'

Baby I got lots of guala, she feelin' up on my wallet

Seducing me for some Prada but I ain’t worried bout nada

I blow it and watch 'em burn, I’m doing from what I learned

Making it how I earned, been waiting but it’s my turn

I know it’s my time

If you cross me you gon' die

Telling me these lies

Boy you lucky you alive

[Chorus: Sol Jay]

You ain’t ready for sure

I mixed the Faygo with four

I’m Gucci down to the floor

Say that she ready for more

No, you not ready for war

And you not talking to me

I keep a Glock on the seat

I keep the Raf on my feet

I keep a rack in my jeans

No, you not ready for heat

[Verse 2: Frankslastday]

I got a rack on my side so now she spendin' the night

I heard you talkin' on me, I give yo ass the big price

When we ask, you gonna lie

See, how the fuck you gon' lie?

Now why you riskin' yo life?

I guess you just want to die

See, I know what you heard but girl that shit ain't no truth

I put yo ass in the dirt, don't try to act like we cool

I'm sippin' way too much lean, I got addicted to goop

I got these racks in my Ksubis but girl just know I stay true, yeah

I want to write ya, I want to Skype ya (Yah, Yah)

If he gon' test me, call up Sol 'cause that boy a sniper

And I'm ridin' with my gang, feel like we some bikers

And you know I'm killin' legends, I feel like the Viper, yeah, ay

[Verse 3: Summrs]

She with me, we just left Saks

We don't need the receipt 'cause we ain't takin' it back

She my packrunner bitch and that's just a fact

I'm off of this Perc and they hate how I act

I'ma hit you right back

Me and Weiland on the scene just like a cast

And the top drop slow but I drive this bitch fast

I'm so stoned, feel like I'm in first class

Don't call my phone if you ain't talkin' cash

I'm alone, left my friends in the past

She give dome like she just left her class

[Chorus: Sol Jay]

You ain’t ready for sure

I mixed the Faygo with four

I’m Gucci down to the floor

Say that she ready for more

No, you not ready for war

And you not talking to me

I keep a Glock on the seat

I keep the Raf on my feet

I keep a rack in my jeans

No, you not ready for heat