Heating Up 2

[Intro: Polo G & YungLiV]

Ayy Livvy man, what the fuck you on?

You know the fuck, I'm on a whole lotta gang shit

On gang, man

You know how the fuck we bumming every time we link up, bitch

We plug, we send hot shit

Let's go

[Verse 1: YungLiv]

Throw a few shots out this MAC, my homie died, we gettin back

I can't say much in them raps, just know them death threats got him wacked

His backdoor where we met him at, he ran still got laid on his back

All my vultures known for wreck, that's why they ain't been on the set

We ridin' wit' two choppers, one of 'em stolen, can't be no statistics

Ain't not one nigga in this city diss over mines, cuz consеquences

I fell victim to this shit whеn bro got caught without his pistol

Seemed like the opps cliqued up and broke, since I blew up off of my Insta

I'm so turned off this rapping shit, to be an opp on with minor privilege

Off an X', turnt out my body, I dare a opp to like my picture

We can link up, meet and greet, just know them blickies will be wit' 'em

She said she love, but on my life, she fuck my homie, bitch is wicked

[Verse 2: Polo G]

Didn't them niggas learn from out there riding with they face down

We gon' make this shit bounce off the glass, just like a chase down

I told lil bro, "Handle that", then he like, "Bet, load up, and spray rounds"

Wack 'em on the set, then catch a jet, lil bitch we A-bound

Do my Glizzy dance, we hit all his friends, what you gon' say now?

Drums like a band, like a Drizzy fan, I love that Drake sound

Swimming with them sharks, take off his head, we let that 'K growl

Don't get too comfortable up in that water acting like you can't drown

Smith and Wesson's spitting back to back like they on 8 Mile

Hollows wash his facial, wet his shit up like a face towel

Its a war out in the 'Raq so I been buying blicks thru' PayPal

I fucked it off in Saks, all Amiri from the waist down

[Verse 3: YungLiv]

Ayy, this hoe on dicks, she know we turnt, she won't do me on my hips

Out on the set, with Benji, double cup of coolie got me trippin'

All my rivals pissed, I sold my song and bought Glock for them killers

We gon' spin 'em, ain't no missin', fuckin' wit' 'em, hop out, get 'em

Smash the opps every chance we getting

Bro get up close like build a slop machine and shut 'em hollows in

Don't let this music shit confuse you, all my niggas known for killin'

Go ask them niggas why they couldn't, we had cash before the pandemic

He gon' run and Glizzy spots gon' be the last thing he remember

[Verse 4: Polo G]

Put his ass right in the blender

Make it cold like it's December, but he gon' fall like it's November

He a bitch, don't know his gender, turn pussy, Caitlyn Jenner

We ain't rookies, been some winners, came a long way from beginners

Shoot a video at the opps park, we will let 'em Glocks spark

I'm the type to make his top drop, then hit the top charts

Doctor said ain't no reviving him, this Ruger stop hearts

Don't go tweakin', with lil two turnt'nem, lil boy, that's not smart

Spin on shit at anytime, don't care if it's not dark

Up North we dogging shit, the police knows it's us when shots bark

Up top on Evergreen in Hudson, bitch that's where my block starts

The G's flip thru Hill, we blowing shit, might leave his car parked

[Verse 5: YungLiv]

I fell off and run up them racks, gotta put my hood on the map

Thursday, what's two opps? So Friday night, we spin back out the Lex

Put on my mask, cut off my jam, zlam back the van door, make a mess

Before the fame, we stayed on Christian Street, biting more parkment states

[Outro: Polo G]

Make 'em say ugh, na-na, na-na

That chopper rock, his partner drop

Lil' bitch, I'm TTG and we got a lot of opps

And I'm from 1300, bae, that's a baller block

Bitch