Temperature Lyrics

Im a broke ass boss but im flexing on the regular Real nice babe she gon pin me like a wrestler Sean Paul playing while we turning up the temperature Wine, weed, got me right, got me perpendicular Aye what you tryna do, I see thru you You fake, not real , you fubu Dont trip I know you You ain't never gonna grind like a skateboard What you tyrna do, what you wait for Write my lyrics on the A4, then I record Hit the store buy the swag Pop a couple tags, I ain't even got a dash Sitting in the backseat of my taxi and they drop me Hit my chaufer on the Uber Oou yeh yeh 5 stars thats super Dont beef with We shooters Dont eat chicken only like hooters You just worried about the people that you dont know On your phone see the the life you dont own What the fuck happened to the real friend love Got a couple snakes Im about to cut off What you tryna do now What you tryna do now Who you tryna fool now Who you tryna fool now Yeh yeh you a little fool yeh Yeh yeh you ain't really cool yeh X 2 Ouu cut them off like a toenail Yeh sweep em from the ground like your bitch hair You a goofy ass pussy and I dont care If you ain't gang, then I dont share I go swish for the 3 and I do this on the regular Jaromi Jaeger I got hat tricks on the regular Lil baby bitch talking shit up on the regular Steady working, getting faded , music on the regular You a real right actor faking sith lord Order 66 blueface mop floor You an old ford Toyota 4 door Ima keep fucking till the guap born What you tryna do now What you tryna do now Who you tryna fool now Who you tryna fool now Yeh yeh you a little fool yeh Yeh yeh you ain't really cool yeh X 3