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Heating Up

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  • 作词 : Taurus Bartlett
    作曲 : Taurus Bartlett
    [Intro: YungLiV]
    Mmm, we pull up and we send hot shit
    (According to a spokesman)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
    Uh, uh
    [Verse 1: YungLiV]
    I been stackin', runnin' up them rackies in the trenches
    With my niggas, **** 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
    Wе get busy, I ain't hard to find, you ain't look hard enough
    Down bad, I was just down bad on my ass
    I started with a couplе 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 bitch go, "Brrt," and that's another nigga packed, who wan' match?
    Them niggas sweet for that lil one shit 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 niggas 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, bitch, I'm litty, opps ain't ****in' with me
    Hundred clip the Drac', the police said we ****in' 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
    [Verse 2: Polo G]
    Them lil' shorties dangerous, they've been blocked just for the hell of it
    We gon' keep on lampin', bitch, 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 ****, man, they'll whack a bitch
    I just sent the addy to her DM, now my mansion lit
    Splatter shit, foenem pop out cuts and let that hammer spit
    Stingy with my ex, you can't touch this, no MC Hammer shit
    Always by my lonesome or I'm linkin' up with my savages
    Think twice 'fore you run up, all my gunners get to clappin' shit
    Sundown 'til the sunup, pick a gun up, who you ridin' with?
    You would think the block a barbershop the way we linin' shit
    Can't wait for the summer, Glocks with drums, we got all kind of shit
    My lil' nigga, he don't got it all, he get to spazzin' quick
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Taurus Bartlett
    [00:00.304] 作曲 : Taurus Bartlett
    [00:00.608][Intro: YungLiV]
    [00:02.108]Mmm, we pull up and we send hot shit
    [00:10.060](According to a spokesman)
    [00:10.305]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
    [00:11.564]Uh, uh
    [00:11.564][Verse 1: YungLiV]
    [00:11.805]I been stackin', runnin' up them rackies in the trenches
    [00:13.311]With my niggas, **** the opps, we dump the district
    [00:15.582]I ain't signin' on no deal unless they talkin' 'bout some figures
    [00:18.055]Put that bag on top your head and have your partner come and kill you
    [00:20.806]I know sometimes I be turnt up, they claim they left my homie burnt up
    [00:24.306]Ain't no way we can chill, this [?] will kill and get your head clucked
    [00:27.305]This blicky with me, if it get too fishy, we gon' send it up
    [00:30.056]Wе get busy, I ain't hard to find, you ain't look hard enough
    [00:32.805]Down bad, I was just down bad on my ass
    [00:35.315]I started with a couplе racks, I lost them all and got 'em back
    [00:38.309]They gripped my homie 'cause the other side was workin' with the feds
    [00:40.556]When I got caught up for them things, ain't say a thing, go 'round and ask
    [00:43.556]I be trippin' off them things, I pop the X, get in my bag
    [00:46.060]I don't like totin' normal blicks, all of these Glocks got somethin' attached
    [00:49.055]That bitch go, "Brrt," and that's another nigga packed, who wan' match?
    [00:51.806]Them niggas sweet for that lil one shit that we did, they ain't get back
    [00:54.565]We got the drop on all of y'all, I'm just deciding who to whack
    [00:57.319]Lil' bro'll pull up and let off a couple shots from out this TEC
    [01:00.305]So we don't sit at restaurants, these niggas mad I'm in my act
    [01:02.805]We pull up on him, he take off but he ain't faster than this MAC
    [01:05.555]Pour a double cup with Kooly, bitch, I'm litty, opps ain't ****in' with me
    [01:08.559]Hundred clip the Drac', the police said we ****in' up the city
    [01:11.306]Since my lil' homie died, go ask the opps, every day, it been a killin'
    [01:14.306]Forever we still slidin', I'm with G-Boy, Mr. Go And Get Him
    [01:16.806][Verse 2: Polo G]
    [01:17.305]Them lil' shorties dangerous, they've been blocked just for the hell of it
    [01:19.555]We gon' keep on lampin', bitch, that's how you let that pressure hit
    [01:22.555]All my homie like is shootin' dice and shootin' at the bricks
    [01:25.306]Ever since my lil' bro brothers died, he always kept a stick
    [01:28.306]I remember hustlin' and robbin', tryna catch a lick
    [01:30.806]I was out there knee-deep in that field like Colin Kaepernick
    [01:33.556]My lil' snipers, they don't give a ****, man, they'll whack a bitch
    [01:36.556]I just sent the addy to her DM, now my mansion lit
    [01:39.055]Splatter shit, foenem pop out cuts and let that hammer spit
    [01:41.814]Stingy with my ex, you can't touch this, no MC Hammer shit
    [01:44.556]Always by my lonesome or I'm linkin' up with my savages
    [01:47.306]Think twice 'fore you run up, all my gunners get to clappin' shit
    [01:49.806]Sundown 'til the sunup, pick a gun up, who you ridin' with?
    [01:52.556]You would think the block a barbershop the way we linin' shit
    [01:55.555]Can't wait for the summer, Glocks with drums, we got all kind of shit
    [01:58.306]My lil' nigga, he don't got it all, he get to spazzin' quick