Heat Sol Jay (Ft. ​frankslastday & Summrs)

[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
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
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