Heatin Up
Lil Baby, Gunna"Heatin Up" is a song by Lil Baby, Gunna, released in 2023 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:40 long and contains 110 lines and 730 words.
Lyrics
0:02Cook that s**t up Quay
0:074PF look like we hit licks how we sell bricks
0:09We don't sell s**t we just make hits yeah
0:14Turn up
0:14Lil Baby：
0:14Keepin' my composure never sober
0:16Never chokin' always smokin doja
0:18F**k 'em if they gettin' over
0:19Got a Moncler coat because the kid the coldest
0:22I ain't changed I stayed the same and maintained
0:24It's safe to say the kid gettin' older
0:25Forever gang I'm never switchin' over
0:27Made a lane and n***as can't get over
0:29I can't match with rappers they be bogus
0:31Really get a pack and keep the over
0:33Big dripper stand up in the ocean
0:35Everybody trappin' we get loads in
0:37He ain't 4PF if he ain't got motion
0:38Made a half a ticket off promotion
0:40Shout out Swishers Sweet they keep me rollin'
0:42But if we catch the opp we gotta smoke him
0:44Ridin' 'round with Dracs like we OVO
0:46I got some racks and I want some more
0:48Still got them passin' the hood call it give-and-go
0:50Keep a n***a main b***h in a figure-four
0:51Let me f**k when I want I just come and go
0:53Man these racks gettin' too big for these skinny clothes
0:55I might put me an M in some big Girbaud
0:57Let lil' bro hit the stick had start gettin' old
0:59I spent five hundred racks on a Lambo'
1:00And didn't even know how to make that motherf**ker go
1:02On my birthday I just wanna lift the door
1:04Barely flex but don't play with me period
1:06Shooters follow behind in a Urus
1:08In the Rolls truck I feel like a tourist
1:10I'm the one from the bottom who sold all my partners them pounds
1:12Used to drive in a Buick
1:13Lil Baby/Gunna：
1:14Hot hot hot I'm heatin' up
1:18I f**k with slimes and I'm gonna bust
1:19Bah bah
1:19He can't put on that drip he ain't one of us
1:21How you ridin' in a Benz and a Tonka truck
1:23How you got everybody lit pipin' up
1:25Oh she bad with no swag I can pipe her up
1:26Made my last one my last one I'm wifin' her
1:28Count the money up fast like I'm typin' somethin'
1:30I'm the type to get active and never run
1:32Wunna
1:32Gunna：
1:32Keep the Rugers my n***as ain't scared of nothin'
1:34Nah
1:34And ain't no rules you got racks you can get it done
1:35Yeah
1:36On a light day I keep me a honey bun
1:37One hundred
1:38Makin' hit after hit call me Barry Bonds
1:39Hits
1:40For this Christmas I bought everybody guns
1:41Swear
1:41Bustin' choppers and FN's for everyone
1:43Grrat
1:43Take that roof off the car let her feel the sun
1:45Wow
1:45My bro go see his bop-bop five times a month
1:47Yeah
1:47Got this b***h out the college she suckin' and swallow
1:49Uh
1:49I stick it in she feel it in her gut
1:50In her gut
1:51We don't run from our problems
1:52We stackin' up guala and guala I'm tryna get that mega bucks
1:54Racks
1:54We them drippers lil' n***a best watch your step
1:56Them drippers
1:56This top shelf got forty designer belts
1:58Drip
1:584PF look like the new BMF
2:00Think I'm deaf got stones in my right and left
2:01Ice
2:02How you crank up the car ain't no key in there
2:03Just pull up spin they block and get out of there
2:05Get out of there
2:05Wake up have a hard time findin' what to wear
2:07Treat these h*es like a tire I keep a spare
2:09Want a strap because I'm war ready
2:10War
2:11Check the trust account it's more fetti
2:12Yeah
2:13Skydweller Jubilee and a Presi'
2:14No cap
2:14Hundred-fifty plain Richard Millie
2:16No cap
2:16I'ma milk the game until it's empty
2:18Lil cuzzo spit that flame until it's empty
2:20Yeah
2:20I am not a killer but don't tempt me
2:22Nah
2:22Spendin' rate 'bout thousand to a fifty
2:24Lil Baby：
2:24Hot hot hot I'm heatin' up
2:28I f**k with slimes and I'm gonna bust
2:29Bah bah
2:29He can't put on that drip he ain't one of us
2:31How you ridin' in a Benz and a Tonka truck
2:33How you got everybody lit pipin' up
2:35Oh she bad with no swag I can pipe her up
2:37Made my last one my last one I'm wifin' her
2:38Count the money up fast like I'm typin' somethin'
2:40I'm the type to get active and never run
Cook that s**t up Quay 4PF look like we hit licks how we sell bricks We don't 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 ain't changed I stayed the same and maintained It's safe to say the kid gettin' 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 4PF 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 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 didn't even know how to make that motherf**ker 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 Lil Baby/Gunna： Hot hot hot I'm heatin' up I f**k 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' somethin' I'm the type to get active and never run Wunna Gunna： Keep the Rugers my n***as ain't scared of nothin' 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 4PF 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 findin' 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 Lil Baby： Hot hot hot I'm heatin' up I f**k 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' somethin' I'm the type to get active and never run
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