Lyrics Hurricane Freestyle - Heatstroke

Heatstroke
We back

Ever since sweet 16
I was spitting these sweet 16's
I perfect this thing with a master degree
With a condom wrapped on my d
When i fuck this scene putting back on my jeans
On to the next one
Smoked nicotine in the air shout out Eugene
You seen how I run rap with a team compared to the Michael's
I go psycho balance everything like a tightrope
Unaware a nigga got a hype flow
Y'all just talk on your iPhone I do fashion walk by the eiffel
I put another verse in the bible
Shoutout my disciple
Brain get blown like a rifle bam bam bam like Flinstone
Giving my girl big bone like dino
Hop in that pussy like a gyno
Break that back like a chiropractor
I go viral this is my chapter then they
Wonder after how I get green like a packer
Boy put in practice
Spin the whole world on my axis
You fake asses filled up with plastic
Splatter your head and I put it on canvas
I got class like a campus
Hippocampus control the planet
Take me for granted I hope that you do
Cause I'm always outstanding
My body is riddled with passion
They can't understand it
My flow is immaculate
I am the illest of all of the candidates
Camera flashing like you saw the pope at the Vatican
Like popping a bullet into your body I leave them staggering
Bought to get inside a surgeon when I burst in
Fuck y'all like a virgin bet its hurting
Burn this take y'all turn in the furnace
Running on the 808 I got it from the Persian
Pop pop pop Imma hit them with a purpose
Y'all be Kurds I'm Turkish bitch I'm that serpent
When I make choice I'm certain
When you hear my voice that's perfect
Learn that shit
Than Im gonna pull up in a drop top
And she drop top
Yea glob on my knob like a pop tart
Bitch I been lit like a cop car
Dropping they jaw when I walk off
Bitch I'm lava hotter than sauna with Rihanna
My boy jawline look like a katana
Bitch I'm thick Nicki anaconda
Let me put that on ya
Fuck that bust back
Point like a thumb tack
When I run rap y'all rugrats suck on my nut sack
If he got clout then you know I can't trust that
Zane quarterback so I caught that touch down
1 v 1 a little bitch at rust now
Get you gunned down with a shot from the pump now
Like drake in the song are you drunk now
I'm just saying you could do better
Bitch I make moves like Kris Jenner
Looking at my jacket that's Margella
Might make a track with David Guetta
Hitting it deep like a damn placenta
Lot of you rappers don't want no action
Lot of you rappers don't got no passion
After this you heard your album and you trashed it

November fifth motherfucker