ฟังเพลงHeatin Up (Clean)

Song: Heatin Up

Artist: Lil Baby, Gunna

(Cook that **** up, Quay)

4PF look like we hit licks how we sell bricks

We don't sell ****, we just make hits, yeah

Turn up

Keepin' my composure, never sober

Never chokin', always smokin doja

**** 'em if they gettin' over

Got a Moncler coat because the kid the coldest

I ain't changed, I stayed the same and maintained

It's safe to say the kid gettin' older

Forever gang, I'm never switchin' over

Made a lane and *****s can't get over

I can't match with rappers, they be bogus

Really get a pack and keep the over

Big dripper, stand up in the ocean

Everybody trappin', we get loads in

He ain't 4PF if he ain't got motion

Made a half a ticket off promotion

Shout out Swishers Sweet, they keep me rollin'

But if we catch the opp, we gotta smoke him

Ridin' 'round with Dracs like we OVO

I got some racks and I want some more

Still got them passin' the hood, call it give-and-go

Keep a ***** main ***** in a figure-four

Let me **** when I want, I just come and go

Man, these racks gettin' too big for these skinny clothes

I might put me an M in some big Girbaud

Let lil' bro hit the stick, had start gettin' old

I spent five hundred racks on a Lambo'

And didn't even know how to make that mother****er go

On my birthday, I just wanna lift the door

Barely flex, but don't play with me, period

Shooters follow behind in a Urus

In the Rolls truck, I feel like a tourist

I'm the one from the bottom who sold all my partners them pounds

Used to drive in a Buick

Hot, hot, hot, I'm heatin' up

I **** with slimes and I'm gonna bust (Bah, bah)

He can't put on that drip, he ain't one of us

How you ridin' in a Benz and a Tonka truck?

How you got everybody lit, pipin' up?

Oh, she bad with no swag, I can pipe her up

Made my last one my last one, I'm wifin' her

Count the money up fast like I'm typin' somethin'

I'm the type to get active and never run (Wunna)

Keep the Rugers, my *****s ain't scared of nothin' (Nah)

And ain't no rules, you got racks, you can get it done (Yeah)

On a light day, I keep me a honey bun (One hundred)

Makin' hit after hit, call me Barry Bonds (Hits)

For this Christmas, I bought everybody guns (Swear)

Bustin' choppers and FN's for everyone (Grrat)

Take that roof off the car, let her feel the sun (Wow)

My bro go see his bop-bop five times a month (Yeah)

Got this ***** out the college, she suckin' and swallow (Uh)

I stick it in, she feel it in her gut (in her gut)

We don't run from our problems

We stackin' up guala and guala I'm tryna get that mega bucks (Racks)

We them drippers, lil' *****, best watch your step (Them drippers)

This top shelf, got forty designer belts (Drip)

4PF look like the new BMF

Think I'm deaf, got stones in my right and left (Ice)

How you crank up the car? Ain't no key in there

Just pull up, spin they block, and get out of there (Get out of there)

Wake up, have a hard time findin' what to wear

Treat these hoes like a tire, I keep a spare

Want a strap because I'm war ready (War)

Check the trust account, it's more fetti (Yeah)

Skydweller, Jubilee, and a Presi' (No cap)

Hundred-fifty plain Richard Millie (No cap)

I'ma milk the game until it's empty

Lil cuzzo spit that flame until it's empty (Yeah)

I am not a killer, but don't tempt me (Nah)

Spendin' rate 'bout thousand to a fifty

Hot, hot, hot, I'm heatin' up

I **** with slimes and I'm gonna bust (Bah, bah)

He can't put on that drip, he ain't one of us

How you ridin' in a Benz and a Tonka truck?

How you got everybody lit, pipin' up?

Oh, she bad with no swag, I can pipe her up

Made my last one my last one, I'm wifin' her

Count the money up fast like I'm typin' somethin'

I'm the type to get active and never run