Heat Check (Scorchin)

[Intro: Jonah Zed]
Hey

[Chorus: Kwe the Artist & Jonah Zed]
Puttin' points up on the board (Hey, hey, hey)
Heat check, five hunnid degrees (Hey, hey-hey, hey)
When you're hot, haters can't ignore it (Hey, hey, hey)
They got shit poppin' like it's cooked with grease (Grease, hey)
Can't cool me down, I'm scorchin', scorchin', scorchin' (Hey, hey, hey)
Can't cool down, I'm scorchin', scorchin', scorchin' (Hey)
Flyin' high, I'm soarin' (Hey,), fuck the fame, need fortune (Hey)
Bin, let's get to scorin', scorin', I'm scorchin', yeah (Hey, hey, hey)

[Verse 1: Kwe the Artist]
Feelin' like I can't miss, close-range shotta (Boom)
Bitch, I'm (Ha) blazin' up, shoutout Bob Marley
Still drip so much, I'm surfin', I grew up gnarly (Haha)
Angels with me through these streets, know my name ain't Charley
Bitin' for sure, these niggas be bitin' for sure
Keep the ammo in the fire
Light up the score, bitch, we gon' light up the score
Shot wet like Poseidon
Hard in the post, gon' seem like you're doin' the most
When ain't nobody else tryin'
Heard your flows, its soft like vagina hole
Pussy nigga, stop the cryin' (For real)
Done found my touch, know the feelin' when I'm scorin'
Drank in my cup, like blessings, let's get it pourin'
Work hard, play hard, my nights turn into mornings
It's all addin' up

[Chorus: Kwe the Artist & Jonah Zed]
Puttin' points up on the board (Hey, hey, hey)
Heat check, five hunnid degrees (Hey, hey-hey, hey)
When you're hot, haters can't ignore it (Hey, hey, hey)
They got shit poppin' like it's cooked with grease (Grease, hey)
Can't cool me down, I'm scorchin', scorchin', scorchin' (Hey, hey, hey)
Can't cool down, I'm scorchin', scorchin', scorchin' (Hey)
Flyin' high, I'm soarin' (Hey), fuck the fame, need fortune (Hey)
If I aim it, then I'm

[Verse 2: Kwe the Artist & Jonah Zed]
Torchin' shit up, call the fire brigade
Buckets on buckets like Curry, Clay (Yeah)
Smokin' shit, fuck an ashtray
Sick of these niggas, like COVID, they lack taste (Eww, hey, hey, hey)
Cookin' flavor in your ear
Elbow, pot on stove, Ramsay
Took a whole lotta L's, they gave me a win
Now it's back-to-back, call it Elway (Elway)
Now it's back-to-back, call it Brady (Brady)
Bunch of days, I went crazy (Crazy)
Summer days with no AC (AC)
Blurry nights, far from HD (HD)
Still kept the head high, I'm too fly
Schoolin' niggas like Laney
Never count out a real one to take flight
I'ma take flight like I'm two-three

[Chorus: Kwe the Artist & Jonah Zed]
Puttin' points up on the board (Hey, hey, hey)
Heat check, five hunnid degrees (Hey, hey-hey, hey)
When you're hot, haters can't ignore it (Hey, hey, hey)
Done got shit poppin' like it's cooked with grease (Grease, hey)
Can't cool me down, I'm scorchin', scorchin', scorchin' (Hey, hey, hey)
Can't cool down, I'm scorchin', scorchin', scorchin' (Hey)
Flyin' high, I'm soarin' (Hey), fuck the fame, need fortune (Hey)
Bin, let's get to scorin', scorin', I'm scorchin', yeah

[Bridge: Kwe the Artist]
(Can't cool me down now, I'm scorchin')
If I had to tell a lie, I would say I'm not the truth
I would say I don't think I'm capable of the things I'm tryna do
To keep it real, this shit gets rough, journey way farther than smooth
It gets cold, it gets tough, when shit heats up, bet it gets loose
When shit heats up, bet it gets loose
Light this bitch up like a fuse
(Can't cool me down now, I'm scorchin')
Stop at a loss, or bounce back, recoup
You know which one I'm gon' choose

[Chorus: Kwe the Artist & Jonah Zed]
Bitch, I'm puttin' points up on the board (Hey, hey, hey)
Heat check, five hunnid degrees (Hey, hey-hey, hey)
When you're hot, haters can't ignore it (Hey, hey, hey)
Done got shit poppin' like it's cooked with grease (Grease, hey)
Can't cool me down, I'm scorchin', scorchin', scorchin' (Hey, hey, hey)
Can't cool down , I'm scorchin', scorchin', scorchin' (Hey)
Flyin' high, I'm soarin' (Hey), fuck the fame, need fortune (Hey)
Bin, let's get to scorin', scorin', I'm scorchin', yeah yeah