Nacho Picasso, ManMan Savage - Temperature lyrics

I'm just checking they temperature
They know my temperature
They know I'm immature, standing on furniture
They know I'm paranoid, hand me my burner sir
I'm not a murderer but they
Make me nervous there
I'm just checking they temperature
Make sure they cool and shit
On my Ashanti, not with no foolish shit
Don't try to fool me kid
Empty the fullest clip
You think you fully lit and I
Think you full of shit

I'm just checking the temperature
Nacho the thermostat
Nigga you scared stupid
Just like that Ernest cat
I got a white bitch and
She never heard of black
Told her it's pimpin' babe but
She never heard of that
Hop out a pearly lac'
You would think I brought Furley back
Caught me an early pack while
She took a Xani nap
She know where the Xanis at
MC and fanny pack she dress in all black she
Look like old Janet Jack
Her heart go pitty pat, my heart go cardiac
I like this bitch a lot
Like where the Cartie at
I do it real big just like that Arby's hat
I know I'm trying to quit but
Hand me that party pack
I'm just checking the temperature
Nacho the weatherman
I'm a keep selling grams til
I get a better plan
I'm a just play my cards
He got a better hand
Somebody gave a damn but he not a better man

I'm just checking they temperature
They know my temperature
They know I'm immature, standing on furniture
They know I'm paranoid, hand me my burner sir
I'm not a murderer but they
Make me nervous there
I'm just checking they temperature
Make sure they cool and shit
On my Ashanti, not with no foolish shit
Don't try to fool me kid
Empty the fullest clip
You think you fully lit and I
Think you full of shit

Burst her britches, old schools on
Switches, snitches get stitches
Man that's how we grew
Niggas talk about shooting but
That's all we do, brrrrr
I keep the 30 on me case
I feel a nigga temperature
Bad bitch want me but I
Know that bitch is immature
Keep my shine on me yeah I got my nine on me
If Vicky spying on me she can't
Get her eyes off me

I got twin sisters like the Olsens
A nigga tried me then he a dead man
Put that beam on you infared man
I love to smoke a lot I love to smoke a lot
I love to smoke a lot I love to smoke a lot
You wants to smoke or not you
Wants to smoke or not
I pop right off your top and
Stake out at your spot

I'm just checking they temperature
They know my temperature
They know I'm immature, standing on furniture
They know I'm paranoid, hand me my burner sir
I'm not a murderer but they
Make me nervous there
I'm just checking they temperature
Make sure they cool and shit
On my Ashanti, not with no foolish shit
Don't try to fool me kid
Empty the fullest clip
You think you fully lit and I
Think you full of shit