
Heatin Up Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
She ain't even tryna pick up the phone when I'm with her
Heatin up but I'm a cold ass nigga
Put my feet up on your desk, Capitol ass nigga
I keep saying real is rare but they don't know it ain't simple
Every time I drop this shit be popping like a pimple
Got the game on lock this shit gated residential
You keep dick-hoppin buddy you got gay niggas all with you
Niggas ain't even got more man in them than my sister
Yes I know you wanna be a fan you just being quiet
Been recording all day, and popping it all night
I had called it you'd turn your backs on me I was right
263 casino taking gambles with my life
Looking through the peephole tryna locate all the spies
I'ma be a real rich nigga on the day of my demise
Two things I just can't respect, selling out and telling lies
Who said I was in a race with these niggas cuz I'm not
Four shots of that espolon in my pop
Fuck it Two shots of the Casamigos in my soda
By the time I hit the microphone the shit was over
You ain't getting nowhere you don't bust ya ass I told ya
Laying skin to skin with baby she talking bout I wanna be closer
Getting closer to the bread, you in the way get hit with toasters
Hit the corner SKRT SKRT SKRT SKRT
Like Tsunoda
I don't need a perc to charge up I be solar
Running up the mountain fuck it I'ma push the boulder
I don't got to say a lot about me cuz you know it
Promise I'm gonna do this shit for mama sister and my gogo
Who the fuck gon need a team I'll probably do this shit all solo
Doing this shit solo honestly it get lonely
Keep on shooting 'til I hit the net like Kobe
When she with lil Robbie she immersing in the moment
Bet you she won't pick up none the phone calls
She ain't even tryna pick up the phone when I'm with her
Heatin up but I'm a cold ass nigga
Put my feet up on your desk, Capitol ass nigga
I keep saying real is rare but they don't know it ain't simple