Wavy Regg - Heatin' Up Lyrics

Don’t it feel good to have a real one on ya roster
I’m fueling up like phone on the charger
Go against the grain I will not bother
Rolling up spilling weed crumbs on my joggers
Niggas my sons, I am ya father
This is my wave you can’t swim in these waters
I’m the type nigga gone walk it and talk it
London pound cake got me stoned like Steve Austin
Sanchez on the beat this shit getting slaughtered
Clean record I know scammers and robbers
Take you off sell it back what’s ya best offer
We not in the same book got different authors
Ima roll A B, I made the honors
Ima bite her ass like a piranha
Nigga heating up like I’m in a sauna
She said is that my dick or the tooly
Why is my bitch so bougie
Why you tryna act like you knew me
She got that damn, she got ooh-wee
Put on Milano and she put on Gucci
I'm a beast and she is a beauty
She a savage shorty nasty and moody
Far from average and she far from a groupie
Do my thing and I do it so smoothly
Niggas scary why you niggas so spooky
Niggas Larry why these niggas so goofy
Not my bitch I don't care for you truly
On my q’s and p’s feeling like Uzi
Kick her out my whip feeling like Gucci
Chilling back getting head watching movies
I get it back if I ever lose it
On that thrax smoke a blunt like loosy
I want wings but my bitch she want sushi
Smack her on the butt make me some food please
Professor wavy how a bitch gonna school me
Eat it up eat it up gimme chewy
Airing shit out like I’m playing call of duty
I got out my feelings and got in my bag
The fuck is you talking bout
I gotta get me a large amount
No Young Dolph I’m on a paper route
I’m tryna make it out
Why niggas faking now
Zaza bags I break em' down
Every 3 days I smoke a ounce
She make it clap she make it bounce
I'm a hound, king me bitch put my on my crown
She coffee brown, so bad I ride round with her with the window down
Let me know if I’m going too fast lil mama and I’ll slow it down
Ride pass 12 with dirty tags while smoking a blunt just hold it down
I don't need fame, I don't need clout
I need a range and a big house
Hit the pussy from the bed to the couch
Her back like a candle I blow that shit out
I’m too much to handle you know what i’m bout
You know what i’m bout
I’m on the move had to switch up my route
I let her swim with the salmon and the trout
Ima be good without a doubt
Still smoking good niggas say it’s a drought
Running it up so I can ball out
She watching my move like she is a scout
I put 2 grams in a dark stout
I'm too much to handle you know what I'm bout
I'm too much to handle you know what I'm bout
You know what I'm bout, you know what I'm bout
Don’t it feel good to have a real one on ya roster
I’m fueling up like phone on the charger
Go against the grain I will not bother
Rolling up spilling weed crumbs on my joggers
Niggas my sons, I am ya father
This is my wave you can’t swim in these waters
I’m the type nigga gone walk it and talk it
London pound cake got me stoned like Steve Austin
Sanchez on the beat this shit getting slaughtered
Clean record I know scammers and robbers
Take you off sell it back what’s ya best offer
We not in the same book got different authors
Ima roll A B, I made the honors
Ima bite her ass like a piranha
Nigga heating up like I’m in a sauna

Don’t it feel good to have a real one on ya roster
I’m fueling up like phone on the charger
Go against the grain I will not bother
Rolling up spilling weed crumbs on my joggers
Niggas my sons, I am ya father
This is my wave you can’t swim in these waters
I’m the type nigga gone walk it and talk it
London pound cake got me stoned like Steve Austin
Sanchez on the beat this shit getting slaughtered
Clean record I know scammers and robbers
Take you off sell it back what’s ya best offer
We not in the same book got different authors
Ima roll A B, I made the honors
Ima bite her ass like a piranha
Nigga heating up like I’m in a sauna
She said is that my dick or the tooly
Why is my bitch so bougie
Why you tryna act like you knew me
She got that damn, she got ooh-wee
Put on Milano and she put on Gucci
I'm a beast and she is a beauty
She a savage shorty nasty and moody
Far from average and she far from a groupie
Do my thing and I do it so smoothly
Niggas scary why you niggas so spooky
Niggas Larry why these niggas so goofy
Not my bitch I don't care for you truly
On my q’s and p’s feeling like Uzi
Kick her out my whip feeling like Gucci
Chilling back getting head watching movies
I get it back if I ever lose it
On that thrax smoke a blunt like loosy
I want wings but my bitch she want sushi
Smack her on the butt make me some food please
Professor wavy how a bitch gonna school me
Eat it up eat it up gimme chewy
Airing shit out like I’m playing call of duty
I got out my feelings and got in my bag
The fuck is you talking bout
I gotta get me a large amount
No Young Dolph I’m on a paper route
I’m tryna make it out
Why niggas faking now
Zaza bags I break em' down
Every 3 days I smoke a ounce
She make it clap she make it bounce
I'm a hound, king me bitch put my on my crown
She coffee brown, so bad I ride round with her with the window down
Let me know if I’m going too fast lil mama and I’ll slow it down
Ride pass 12 with dirty tags while smoking a blunt just hold it down
I don't need fame, I don't need clout
I need a range and a big house
Hit the pussy from the bed to the couch
Her back like a candle I blow that shit out
I’m too much to handle you know what i’m bout
You know what i’m bout
I’m on the move had to switch up my route
I let her swim with the salmon and the trout
Ima be good without a doubt
Still smoking good niggas say it’s a drought
Running it up so I can ball out
She watching my move like she is a scout
I put 2 grams in a dark stout
I'm too much to handle you know what I'm bout
I'm too much to handle you know what I'm bout
You know what I'm bout, you know what I'm bout
Don’t it feel good to have a real one on ya roster
I’m fueling up like phone on the charger
Go against the grain I will not bother
Rolling up spilling weed crumbs on my joggers
Niggas my sons, I am ya father
This is my wave you can’t swim in these waters
I’m the type nigga gone walk it and talk it
London pound cake got me stoned like Steve Austin
Sanchez on the beat this shit getting slaughtered
Clean record I know scammers and robbers
Take you off sell it back what’s ya best offer
We not in the same book got different authors
Ima roll A B, I made the honors
Ima bite her ass like a piranha
Nigga heating up like I’m in a sauna