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Heatin Up

Gunna & Lil Baby Heatin Up - My Turn
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4PF look like we hit licks how we sell bricks
We dont sell shit, we just make hits, yeah
Turn up
Keepin my composure, never sober
Never chokin, always smokin doja
Fuck em if they gettin over
Got a Moncler coat
because the kid the coldest
I aint changed, I stayed the same
and maintained
Its safe to say the kid gettin older
Forever gang, Im never switchin over
Made a lane and niggas cant get over
I cant 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 aint 4PF if he aint 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 nigga main bitch in a figure-four
Let me fuck 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 didnt even know how to
make that motherfucker go
On my birthday,
I just wanna lift the door
Barely flex, but dont play with me,
period
Shooters follow behind in a Urus
In the Rolls truck, I feel like a tourist
Im the one from the bottom
who sold all my partners them pounds
Used to drive in a Buick
Hot, hot, hot, Im heatin up
I fuck with slimes
and Im gonna bust (Bah, bah)
He cant put on that drip,
he aint 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,
Im wifin her
Count the money up
fast like Im typin somethin
Im the type to get active
and never run (Wunna)
Keep the Rugers,
my niggas aint scared of nothin (Nah)
And aint 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
FNs 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 bitch out the college,
she suckin and swallow (Uh)
I stick it in, she feel it in her gut (In her gut)
We dont run from our problems
We stackin up guala and
guala Im tryna get that mega bucks (Racks)
We them drippers, lil nigga,
best watch your step (Them drippers)
This top shelf,
got forty designer belts (Drip)
4PF look like the new BMF
Think Im deaf, got stones
in my right and left (Ice)
How you crank up the car?
Aint 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 hoes like a tire,
I keep a spare
Want a strap because
Im war ready (War)
Check the trust account,
its more fetti (Yeah)
Skydweller, Jubilee, and a Presi (No cap)
Hundred-fifty plain Richard
Millie (No cap)
Ima milk the game until its empty
Lil cuzzo spit that flame
until its empty (Yeah)
I am not a killer,
but dont tempt me (Nah)
Spendin rate bout thousand to a fifty
Hot, hot, hot, Im heatin up
I fuck with slimes and
Im gonna bust (Bah, bah)
He cant put on that drip,
he aint 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,
Im wifin her
Count the money up fast like
Im typin somethin
Im the type to get active
and never run