Lil Baby, Gunna - Heatin Up lyrics

(Cook that shit up, Quay)
4PF look like we hit licks how we sell bricks
We don't sell shit, we just make hit's, yeah
Turn up

Keepin' my composure,  never sober
Never chokin', always smokin doja
Fuck '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 niggas 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 nigga main bitch in a figure-four
Let me fuck 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 motherfucker 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 fuck 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 niggas 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
(Hit's)
For this Christmas, I bought everybody guns
(Swear)
Glocks and choppers and FN's for everyone
(Grrat) take that roof off the car
Let her feel the sun (Wow)
My bro go see his barber five times a month
(yeah) got this bitch 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' nigga
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 fuck 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