Heat Up
Heat Up! Shew!
Heat Up! Woo!
Heat Up! Shew!
Heat Up! Woo!
Heat Up! Shew!
Heat Up! Woo!
Heat Up! Woo!
Heat Up!
Ok I'm getting big guap
We got Draco's and them big chops
We don't fuck with Opps
One call, could get yo clicked dropped
Bitch I been Hot
In a jam you keep yo lips locked
I'm a Big Shot
Watch yo mouth or get yo shit rocked
These bitches dick hop
Wanna fuck me off the wrist watch
These niggas flip flop
In they feelings, love and hip hop
They wanna switch spots
My shit booming and they shit not
Bullshit it get blocked
Run it up with no pit stops
Bitch I'm the man and I been that since a youngin
You a think that they was blind, cuz they didn't see me coming
You should call me Ben Frank, cuz I keep it so one hunnit
I be posted on the block, in the D Like I'm Drummond
And that money steady coming, get a bag in any state
I put on for the 6, you would think my name is Drake
Bitch I'm good, no I'm great
I'm the one, no second place
If a nigga want beef, then we turn em into steak
And I'm always on my grind, this ain't happen by mistake
Really started from the bottom so I had to elevate
See a chance and Ima take it, I ain't bout to hesitate
Every day I'm tryna get it, I ain't got no time to waste
So I gotta do it yea I'm getting to it, all I do is win could never take a loss
These haters mad when you get a bag but ain't nothing they can do to stop a boss
These niggas fraud, they be acting hard but we all know that they cotton soft
Don't play with me, cuz that flame with me, talking out his head and ima knock it off
Let's get it, nigga vamonos
All I know is them commas close
Gotta Spanish plug, they show me love
When I touch the bag then its adios
Got power like Tommy Ghost
Presidential Obama flow
To the top is where Ima Go
They was sleeping me now I got em woke
Get this money be the game plan
If It ain't working betta change plans
Got no time for no fake friends
It don't make sense, if it don't make bands
Bosses only when I shake hands
Big Glock on my waist band
Had the dog, that Grey Tan
Want 100 grams, gimme 8 bands
Real nigga, never switching up
If yo money down you betta get it up
Never quitting, never giving up
Ima make sure that we live it u
You Fake niggas can't eat with us/
You Pussy niggas can't beef with us
You the jealous type and that's weak as fuck
But I can't stop cuz I'm heating up Ah!
Heat Up! Woo!
Heat Up! Shew!
Heat Up! Woo!
Heat Up! Shew!
Heat Up! Woo!
Heat Up! Woo!
Heat Up!
Ok I'm getting big guap
We got Draco's and them big chops
We don't fuck with Opps
One call, could get yo clicked dropped
Bitch I been Hot
In a jam you keep yo lips locked
I'm a Big Shot
Watch yo mouth or get yo shit rocked
These bitches dick hop
Wanna fuck me off the wrist watch
These niggas flip flop
In they feelings, love and hip hop
They wanna switch spots
My shit booming and they shit not
Bullshit it get blocked
Run it up with no pit stops
Bitch I'm the man and I been that since a youngin
You a think that they was blind, cuz they didn't see me coming
You should call me Ben Frank, cuz I keep it so one hunnit
I be posted on the block, in the D Like I'm Drummond
And that money steady coming, get a bag in any state
I put on for the 6, you would think my name is Drake
Bitch I'm good, no I'm great
I'm the one, no second place
If a nigga want beef, then we turn em into steak
And I'm always on my grind, this ain't happen by mistake
Really started from the bottom so I had to elevate
See a chance and Ima take it, I ain't bout to hesitate
Every day I'm tryna get it, I ain't got no time to waste
So I gotta do it yea I'm getting to it, all I do is win could never take a loss
These haters mad when you get a bag but ain't nothing they can do to stop a boss
These niggas fraud, they be acting hard but we all know that they cotton soft
Don't play with me, cuz that flame with me, talking out his head and ima knock it off
Let's get it, nigga vamonos
All I know is them commas close
Gotta Spanish plug, they show me love
When I touch the bag then its adios
Got power like Tommy Ghost
Presidential Obama flow
To the top is where Ima Go
They was sleeping me now I got em woke
Get this money be the game plan
If It ain't working betta change plans
Got no time for no fake friends
It don't make sense, if it don't make bands
Bosses only when I shake hands
Big Glock on my waist band
Had the dog, that Grey Tan
Want 100 grams, gimme 8 bands
Real nigga, never switching up
If yo money down you betta get it up
Never quitting, never giving up
Ima make sure that we live it u
You Fake niggas can't eat with us/
You Pussy niggas can't beef with us
You the jealous type and that's weak as fuck
But I can't stop cuz I'm heating up Ah!
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Writer(s): Derek Grays
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