Lyrics JERSEY BOY - Heatstroke

They ain't ready for this shit
Heatstroke

Like Aretha with respect I be getting the franklins
Aaliyah in a jet how you crashing
Better see the vision like a fraction otherwise
I'll leave ya in the trench no rations hit em with the cannon
Goddamn Zane you spazzing
Look at they reaction
Looking like they took a squat on a cactus
I am a bully I step on they glasses
Even the teachers be laughing
Sitting in the back smoking cigs with the crackhead
Bitches little pussy getting wetter than the kraken
Leave ya like Franco with 127 hours ticking no arm in a goddamn canyon
This one here for the masses
Put your hand ups like a mother fucking fascist
It's bout to get tragic
Pull up in the mother fucker
Murder everybody like I threw another concert with Travis

My chains my clothes impeccable
I'm cold from head to toe
They call me mr.tic tac toe
I got exes I got hoes
My flow
Original it could never be cloned
All my rides I keep em low
Like Mike Jones on 44's
As I chill in Tokyo
I've been meeting with Nigo
Twenty hoes bathing with me
I'm an ape I'm in my zone
Our new drop from uniqlo
You can cop that from the store
You can find us coast to coast
You can find us round the globe

He's a jersey boy
He's a little jersey boy
He's a jersey boy
He's my little jersey boy
Jersey boy
He's my little jersey boy
He's a jersey boy
He's my little jersey boy
Jersey jersey
He's a jersey boy
Jersey jersey
He's a dirty boy
Jersey jersey
He's a jersey boy
Jersey jersey
He's a dirty boy