Heating Up

[Intro: YungLiV]

Mmm (According to a spokesman)

We pull up and we send hot shit

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy

Uh, uh

[Verse 1: YungLiV]

I been stackin', runnin' up them rackies in the trenches

With my niggas, fuck the opps, we duck the district

I ain't signin' on no deal unless they talkin' 'bout some figures ('Less they talkin' 'bout some)

Put that bag on top your head and have your partner come and kill you

I know sometimes I be turnt up, they claim they left my homie burnt up

Ain't no way we can chill, this elo will kill and get your head clucked

This blicky with mе, if it get too fishy, we gon' send it up

Wе get busy, I ain't hard to find, you ain't look hard enough (You ain't look hard enough)

Down bad, I was just down bad on my ass

I started with a couple racks, I lost them all and got 'em back (Ah-ah)

They gripped my homie 'cause the other side was workin' with the feds

When I got caught up for them things, ain't say a thing, go 'round and ask (Go 'round)

I be trippin' off them things, I pop the X, get in my bag (I pop the X)

I don't like totin' normal blicks, all of these Glocks got somethin' attached

That bitch go brrt, and that's another nigga packed, who wan' match?

Them niggas sweet for that lil' one shit that we did, they ain't get back

We got the drop on all of y'all, I'm just deciding who to whack (Just decidin' who to whack)

Lil' bro'll pull up and let off a couple shots from out this TEC

So we don't sit at restaurants, these niggas mad I'm in my act (Skrrt, skrrt)

We pull up on him, he take off but he ain't faster than this MAC

Pour a double cup of Quilly, bitch, I'm litty, opps ain't fuckin' with me (Opps ain't fuckin with me)

Hundred clip the Drac', the police said we fuckin' up the city

Since my lil' homie died, go ask the opps (Skrrt), every day, it been a killin'

Forever we still slidin', I'm with G-Boy, Mr. Go-And-Get-Him

[Verse 2: Polo G]

Them lil' shorties dangerous, they bend blocks just for the hell of it

We gon' keep on lampin', bitch, that's how you let that pressure hit

All my homie like is shootin' dice and shootin' at the bricks

Ever since my lil' bro brothers died, he always kept a stick

I remember hustlin' and robbin', tryna catch a lick

I was out there knee-deep in that field like Colin Kaepernick

My lil' snipers, they don't give a fuck, man, they'll whack a bitch

I just sent the addy to her DM, now my mansion lit

Splatter shit, foenem pop out cuts and let that hammer spit

Stingy with my ex, you can't touch this, no MC Hammer shit

Always by my lonesome or I'm linkin' up with my savages

Think twice 'fore you run up, all my gunners get to clappin' shit

Sundown 'til the sunup, pick a gun up, who you ridin' with?

You would think the block a barbershop the way we linin' shit

Can't wait for the summer, Glocks with drums, we got all kind of shit

My lil' nigga, he don't got it all, he get to spazzin' quick