Lil Baby - Heatin Up Lyrics | FAST DOWNLOAD

4PF look like we hit licks how we sell bricks
We don`t sell shit, we just make hits, 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

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 (wanna)

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 (100)

Makin` hit after hit, call me Barry Bonds (hits)
For this Christmas, I bought everybody guns (swear)
Bustin` choppers and FN`s for everyone
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 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