Heatin Up

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