Heatin Up

Cook that shit up Quay 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 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 Hits 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