Heatin Up

Cook that s**t up Quay
4PF look like we hit licks how we sell bricks
We dont sell s**t we just make hits yeah
Turn up
Lil Baby：
Keepin my composure never sober
Never chokin always smokin doja
F**k em if they gettin over
Got a Moncler coat because the kid the coldest
I aint changed I stayed the same and maintained
Its safe to say the kid gettin older
Forever gang Im never switchin over
Made a lane and n***as cant get over
I cant 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 aint 4PF if he aint 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 n***a main b***h in a figure-four
Let me f**k 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 didnt even know how to make that motherf**ker go
On my birthday I just wanna lift the door
Barely flex but dont play with me period
Shooters follow behind in a Urus
In the Rolls truck I feel like a tourist
Im the one from the bottom who sold all my partners them pounds
Used to drive in a Buick
Lil Baby/Gunna：
Hot hot hot Im heatin up
I f**k with slimes and Im gonna bust
Bah bah
He cant put on that drip he aint 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 Im wifin her
Count the money up fast like Im typin somethin
Im the type to get active and never run
Wunna
Gunna：
Keep the Rugers my n***as aint scared of nothin
Nah
And aint 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 FNs 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 b***h out the college she suckin and swallow
Uh
I stick it in she feel it in her gut
In her gut
We dont run from our problems
We stackin up guala and guala Im tryna get that mega bucks
Racks
We them drippers lil n***a best watch your step
Them drippers
This top shelf got forty designer belts
Drip
4PF look like the new BMF
Think Im deaf got stones in my right and left
Ice
How you crank up the car aint 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 h*es like a tire I keep a spare
Want a strap because Im war ready
War
Check the trust account its more fetti
Yeah
Skydweller Jubilee and a Presi
No cap
Hundred-fifty plain Richard Millie
No cap
Ima milk the game until its empty
Lil cuzzo spit that flame until its empty
Yeah
I am not a killer but dont tempt me
Nah
Spendin rate bout thousand to a fifty
Lil Baby：
Hot hot hot Im heatin up
I f**k with slimes and Im gonna bust
Bah bah
He cant put on that drip he aint 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 Im wifin her
Count the money up fast like Im typin somethin
Im the type to get active and never run