Versuri Lil Baby, Gunna – Heatin Up lyrics
Let no man separate what we create
From every hood to hollywood
Coming to a ghetto near you
Death before dishonor
The greatest show on earth
After us, there will be no other
Cook that shit up quay!
4pf look like we hit licks
How we sell bricks
We don’t sell shit
We just make hits
Yea
Turn up
Keeping my composure, never sober
Never chokin, always smokin doja
F*ck ’em if they getting over
Gotta moncler coat me ’cause the kid the coldest
I ain’t change, i stayed the same and maintained
It’s safe to say the kid getting older
Forever gang, i’m never switching over
Made a lane and n*ggas can’t get over
I can’t mess with rappers they be bogus
Rather they get a pack and keep the over
Big dripper stand up in the ocean
Everybody trappin’ we get lows in
He ain’t 4pf if he ain’t got motion
Made a half a ticket, without promotion
Shout out swisher sweet, they keep me rollin’
But if we catch the opps, we gotta smoke ’em
Riding round with drakes, like we ovo
I got racks and i want some mo’
Still got them packs in the hood call it “give n’ go”
Keep a n*gga main b*tch in a figure-four
Let me f*ck when i want, i just cum n go
Man, these racks getting too big for these skinny clothes
I might put me a m in some big girbaud’s
Let lil bruh hit the stick and start gettin’ old
I spent 500 racks on a lambo and didn’t even know how to make that muhf*cka go
On my birthday i just want to lift the door
Barely flex but don’t play with me, period
Truth is following behind in a urus
On a road trip i feel like a tourist
I’m the one from the bottom who sold all my problems and use to drive in a buick
I’m heating up
I f*ck wit slimes and on gunna bust
He can’t put on that drip, he ain’t one of us
How you ride in a benz and a tonka truck
How u got everybody lit, piping up
Oh she bad with no swag, i can pipe her up
On my life on my life, i’m not wifing her
Count that money real fast like i’m typing sum’
I’m the type to get active and never run
Keep the rulers
My n*ggas ain’t scared of nun’
In the hood, you got racks, you can get it done
On a light day i keep me a honeybun
Making hit after hit, call me barry bonds
For this christmas i bought everybody guns
Glocks and choppas and fn’s for everyone
Take the roof off the car, let her feel the sun
My bro go see his barber 5x a month
Got this b*tch out of college she sucking and swallowing
I stick it and she feel it in her gut
We don’t run from our problems
We stacking up guala on guala and trying get mega the bucks
We done drip a lil n*gga, best watch your step
This top shelf, got 40 designer belts
4pf, look like the new bmf
Think i’m deaf, got songs in my right and left
How u crank up the car, ain’t no key in there?
Just pull up spin they block and get out of there
We gone have a hard time finding what to wear
Treat these hoes like a tire, i keep a spare
Wearing a strap because i’m war ready
Check the charts i’m counting more fetty
Sky dweller, jubilee, and a presi
A hundred fifty plain richard millie
I’m a muck the game up ’til it’s empty
Because i spit that flame until it’s empty
I am not a killer but don’t tempt me
Spending made five thousand to a fifty
I’m heating up
I f*ck wit slimes and on gunna bust
He can’t put on that drip, he ain’t one of us
How you ride in a benz and a tonka truck
How u got everybody lit, piping up
Oh she bad with no swag, i can pipe her up
On my life on my life, i’m not wifing her
Count that money real fast like i’m typing sum’
I’m the type to get active and never run
-See me with that xanax
-Stop the video
-That’s for my hoes. That’s for his hoes
– I drive my cars he drive his cars
– She was not my wife but like, you know what i’m sayin’?
-You know what i’m sayin, the real deal, like…yeah
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