Temperature - Nacho Picasso, Manman Savage

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

Verse 1 (Nacho):

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

Hook (Nacho):

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

Verse 2 (ManMan Savage):

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

Hook (Nacho):

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