Polo G – Heating Up

Polo G – Heating Up Lyrics

Artist: Polo G
Song: Heating Up

Mmm, we pull up and we send hot sh#t
(According to a spokesman)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
Uh, uh

I been stackin’, runnin’ up them rackies in the trenches
With my n#gg#s, f#ck 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 #ss
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#tch go, “Brrt,” and that’s another n#gg# packed, who wan’ match?
Them n#gg#s sweet for that lil one sh#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#gg#s 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#tch, I’m litty, opps ain’t f#ckin’ with me
Hundred clip the Drac’, the police said we f#ckin’ 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

Them lil’ shorties dangerous, they’ve been blocked just for the hell of it
We gon’ keep on lampin’, b#tch, 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#ck, man, they’ll whack a b#tch
I just sent the addy to her DM, now my mansion lit

Splatter sh#t, foenem pop out cuts and let that hammer spit
Stingy with my ex, you can’t touch this, no MC Hammer sh#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’ sh#t

Sundown ’til the sunup, pick a gun up, who you ridin’ with?
You would think the block a barbershop the way we linin’ sh#t
Can’t wait for the summer, Glocks with drums, we got all kind of sh#t
My lil’ n#gg#, he don’t got it all, he get to spazzin’ quick
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From the album:
Hall of Fame 2.0 [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021