Getting Hotter

Lyrics

[Intro] (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) [Verse] Slap the car in drive, do a dollar Lot of niggas 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 nigga, 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 [Outro] That's my shit, like, nigga, I'm doin' the views on my time, like That ain't includin' what I got goin' on with other people, hmm