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Polo G - Heating Up (Lyrics) ft. YungLiV

🎶 Polo G - Heating Up (Lyrics) ft. YungLiV 🔥 Help us reach 1,000,000 subscribers! 🔔 Subscribe and turn on notifications to stay updated with new uploads. 👍🏽 Please leave a like and appreciate all the support! ______________________________________________________________________________________________ 💜 Support VibesOnly https://www.vibesonlyhq.com/   / vibesonlyig   ⭐️ Tunecrush Music Blog https://www.tunecrush.com/ ⭐️ LyricsOnly https://www.lyricsonly.io/ For business inquiries or music submissions please contact submissions@vibesonlyhq.com or https://www.vibesonlyhq.com/ 📋 Tags: #PoloG #HeatingUp #YungLiV #Lyrics 🎤 Lyrics: [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, fuck 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 fuckin' with me Hundred clip the Drac', the police said we fuckin' 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 fuck, 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