Heating up Lyrics

Peeking out the blue

Trynna come to you

Heating up no brew

I gotta shock em all

You won't catch me balling

Unless I got the ball

Don't expect a lot Huh Certain thoughts

Ima Touch the knob

What I hear You seem to fail a lot

What I tell myself keep going don't stop

My name sizzle on they tongue like pop rocks

You ain't a big boy till you stepping off the docks

Sanking drowning no it don't ever stop just a little

My people fuss fighting stuck watching clocks

Thinkin yo steam hot you ain't even boiling cob

Smokin hella p's on 933 posted up in the garage

They want you broke your only worry is to be worried about ya job or the jab

Me & j rod waited 3 hours to catch a cab

They just smirk just laugh when you down bad

Christian no Muslim no just Gimmie the fez

I don't wanna see you quickly what's your energy

You rocking the wrong level you gone get from me

The reason you here what you trynna get from me(soft voice)

The I just I just stuttering I don't need

What I need is certainty

When they talk about me they use a quotation

What they do is showing me what not to do

Your demon that's draining that's a demonstration

It's not a fear The only cases I have is giving up my location for strangers

Peeking out the blue

Trynna come to you

Heating up no brew

I gotta shock em all

You won't catch me balling

Unless I got the ball

Don't expect a lot Huh Certain thoughts

Ima Touch the knob

What I hear You seem to fail a lot

What I tell myself keep going don't stop

My name sizzle on they tongue like pop rocks

You ain't a big boy till you step up off the docks

Closing my eyes I see red not blue I ain't even mad

The feelings you put out comes back

Just Know that's a fact

Don't be scared to leave the world

Sprits protect my lil girl don't leave her lonely cuz she golden

Don't rattle shake your focus

you can't let it work you up

pockets was skinny

Put on weight they chubby

I'm the one who's acting funny

I see a red dot

They first thought was clowns

Selling pounds to grub

McDonald's was they huddle

Off the block I had to make a play

My head flying saucer no greys

Your grave lit up before your birthdays

I ain't come here to cake I wanna parade

Wanna peek curtains I don't charade

You keep on going back & fourth

Over my head like a jump rope

Take your pick it's time to go

live lavish really love your life

Pop it off can we peach nehi

After a loss we high five

Keep on diggin out

Maybe a better ending