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- Lil Baby Heatin Up 歌詞
- Lil Baby
- Cook that's**t up Quay
4 PF look like we hit licks how we sell bricks
We don't sell s**t we just make hits yeah
Turn up
Keepin' my composure never sober
Never chokin' always smokin doja
**** 'em if they getting 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 getting older
Forever gang I'm never switchin' over
Made a lane and n***as 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 4 PF 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 n***a main b***h in a figure-four
Let me **** when I want I just come and go
Man these racks getting too big for these skinny clothes
I might put me an M in some big Girbaud
Let lil' bro hit the stick had start getting old
I spent five hundred racks on a Lambo'
And didn't even know how to make that ************ 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 **** 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' something
I' m the type to get active and never run
Wunna
Keep the Rugers my n***as ain't scared of nothing
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
Bustin' choppers and FN's 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 don't run from our problems
We stackin' up guala and guala I'm 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
4 PF 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 finding what to wear
Treat these h *es 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 **** 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' something
I'm the type to get active and never run
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