Getting Hotter

(Fuck the fire, we got grease)

(It's a Wayne beat)

Slap the car in drive, tryna—

Slap the car in drive, tryna— while I skrrt, skrrt

Yeah, alright (His name's Pablo)

Slap the car in drive, do a dollar

Lot of **** coolin' off, I'm gettin' hotter

She thought this coat was a Nautica, but that's a nada

My skully cap cost eleven hun', that's Prada (Man)

Man, I'm bigger than hood rich, I got a hood bitch

Today, we gon' kick it at the store, hood shit

Four of red, four of Wock', one of Trish, that's a mix

We got .308s and F&Ns with us, not a switch (At all)

Alright, turn up, make 'em feel it (Okay)

He always got some tough shit to say, make him live it

Bro high, can't even hold his cup up, 'bout to spill it

Her pussy done, I compare it to a car without a transmission (Shit)

I be passin' off the rock, I got nine assists

My boy in shootouts every week, he got five attempts

I hit the dice game, he couldn't throw a five-nine— (For shh)

I hit the dice game, he couldn't throw a five-nine for shit

Sometimes, I get on Instagram and respond to shit (Okay)

Got dope-man hands, I could palm a brick

Palm Angels track suit (Huh), stripe blue

She gotta let me do what I'ma do 'cause I might choose

Gotta play to win, but always know that you might lose

I got so many twenties at the crib, I buy blues (What you got?)

It ain't really trickin' when you rich, I buy boos

Told her don't be trippin' over me, I tie shoes

My red bitch sensitive, she might bruise

I can't take you home, but I could fuck you in a nice room (Come on)

Even though this the small shit like my Isuz'

Street ****, but I'm smart as hell, it's my IQ (Smart)

Ain't broke the Benz in yet, it's like new (Okay)

White Forces last me a day, that's why I buy two

I can't get caught sittin' in the trap, I just pop through

Alright (Yeah, I'm just chillin' for real)

You don't speak 'cause your mans don't speak, you an opp too

You gave up info on a crime, you a cop too

Tellin' at an all-time high, got me shocked too (Damn)

I killed my cup, now the pop through (Ooh)

A lot of motherfuckers tried, but we got through

And I ain't comfortable with sayin' shit that's not true

Yeah, you know I'm lookin' for it, but it's not you

The baby hairs on my bitches real, it's not blew (On God)

I came all fifties on a bitch, it's not blue

Went over mountains tryna get this shit, this what I do

Louis bag with the weed compartment in it— damn, yup

Louis bag with the weed compartment, I could hide juice

Pop half of the Perc', give her round two

All her friends wanna fuck with me, knock 'em down too

I did a show, got the ho dome, sold a pound too (Damn)

Choke the game out, this a ground move

They book me 'cause they know I make a crowd move

Somebody big gotta bring me out, let the crowd choose (Come on)

Let the crowd choose, you feel me? (Bring me out)

Yeah, I got enough, still buyin' jewels

Don't tell me what happened on the 'Book, that's not news

You gotta have motion tryna hang with me, them my rules

Them hundred-some million streams I got? Them my views

That's my shit, like, ****, I'm doin' the views on my time, like

That ain't includin' what I got goin' on with other people, hmm