Heating Up (Clean) - Polo G/YungLIV

Lyrics by：Taurus Bartlett/Ziare West/Master Washington/Andre Brown/Javon Reynolds/Sidney Reynolds/David Cabral

Composed by：Taurus Bartlett/Ziare West/Master Washington/Andre Brown/Javon Reynolds/Sidney Reynolds/David Cabral

YungLiV：

Mmm we pull up and we send hot s**t

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah ayy

Uh uh

I been stackin' runnin' up them rackies in the trenches

With my n***as f**k the opps we dump the district

I ain't signin' on no deal unless they talkin' 'bout some figures

Put that bag on top your head and have your partner come and kill you

I know sometimes I be turnt up

They claim they left my homie burnt up

Ain't no way we can chill

This will kill and get your head clucked

This blicky with me if it get too fishy we gon' send it up

We get busy I ain't hard to find you ain't look hard enough

Down bad I was just down bad on my a*s

I started with a couple racks I lost them all and got 'em back

They gripped my homie 'cause the other side was workin' with the feds

When I got caught up for them things

Ain't say a thing go 'round and ask

I be trippin' off them things I pop the X get in my bag

I don't like totin' normal blicks all of these Glocks got somethin' attached

That b***h go "Brrt" and that's another n***a packed who wan' match

Them n***as sweet for that lil one s**t that we did they ain't get back

We got the drop on all of y'all I'm just deciding who to whack

Lil' bro'll pull up and let off a couple shots from out this TEC

So we don't sit at restaurants these n***as mad I'm in my act

We pull up on him he take off but he ain't faster than this MAC

Pour a double cup with Kooly b***h I'm litty opps ain't f**kin' with me

Hundred clip the Drac' the police said we f**kin' up the city

Since my lil' homie died go ask the opps every day it been a killin'

Forever we still slidin' I'm with G-Boy Mr. Go And Get Him

Polo G：

Them lil' shorties dangerous they've been blocked just for the hell of it

We gon' keep on lampin' b***h that's how you let that pressure hit

All my homie like is shootin' dice and shootin' at the bricks

Ever since my lil' bro brothers died he always kept a stick

I remember hustlin' and robbin' tryna catch a lick

I was out there knee-deep in that field like Colin Kaepernick

My lil' snipers they don't give a f**k man they'll whack a b***h

I just sent the addy to her DM now my mansion lit

Splatter s**t foenem pop out cuts and let that hammer spit

Stingy with my ex you can't touch this no MC Hammer s**t

Always by my lonesome or I'm linkin' up with my savages

Think twice 'fore you run up all my gunners get to clappin' s**t

Sundown 'til the sunup pick a gun up who you ridin' with

You would think the block a barbershop the way we linin' s**t

Can't wait for the summer Glocks with drums we got all kind of s**t

My lil' n***a he don't got it all he get to spazzin' quick