Heatin’ Up by A.P. chapo Lyrics
(Ooh, yuh, to the max, yuh, ooh, yuhh)
To the max
Sprayin’ you bitch niggas, I got the gat
None of my niggas talk, we ain’t them rats
Pull out the strap, buss on you bitch niggas no you ain’t spittin’ no facts
Like i’m Comethazine tell em spin back
Countin’ my racks, gettin’ it fast
No you ain’t comin’ in first, hoe you last
This ain’t no race, do the digital dash
Oh yeah we takeoff, we havin’ a blast
Hope you can catch when i shoot out the caps
There ain’t no witness, we keepin’ a mask
Leavin’ his print on the back of the glass
Joggin’ on niggas I had to go speed up
I beat up, i’m fuckin this bitch ain’t no meet up
Her seat up, they tell the young nigga to heat up
I’m freed up
Beat up the meat like i’m Rocky
My raps hot but they ain’t no Takis
Wе droppin’ the bodies
Got a red dot in thе back of the party
You niggas be lame
You hit wit the molly
I’m a great dane
I’m solo not mobbin’
He floppin’
He ain’t makin music, he droppin
I’m poppin’ i’m gettin bitches n they walkin’
No talkin’
I’m bout it, i’m gettin my guala I spend it
You wanted that shit so you rent it
We done it, we did it, i’m gettin the drill n I spill it
You finished, i’m gettin the money I double my digits
You ain’t a nigga boy, pussy look timid
50-1 and you niggas is finished
I’m countin’ my green man this shit be like spinach
I hop out the jag n i’m feelin’ diminished
Exquisite, yo bitch on my dick and she kissed it
No wishin’ i’m sprayin the gat ain’t no missin’
We dissin, we leave yo ass there and we pissin’
(To the max, wooh)
Sprayin’ you bitch niggas, I got the gat
None of my niggas talk, we ain’t them rats
Pull out the strap, buss on you bitch niggas no you ain’t spittin’ no facts
Like i’m Comethazine tell em spin back
Countin’ my racks, gettin’ it fast
No you ain’t comin’ in first, hoe you last
This ain’t no race, do the digital dash
Oh yeah we takeoff, we havin’ a blast
Hope you can catch when i shoot out the caps
There ain’t no witness, we keepin’ a mask
Leavin’ his print on the back of the glass
I got the chemicals, turn em’ to miracles
Decimals, periods, bitch are you serious?
Head of my pyramid
Bitch you delirious
Chapo gon’ jump out the whip
Makin’ that boy Make-A-Wish
Hiss, piss
Diamonds I spit
Pockets of lint
Used to be youngins, remember the jitts
We icy now nigga, we still plead the 5th
I was that nigga who hit on yo bitch
She wanted dick, boy she good with the splits
Icy now nigga we still plead the 5th
We droppin’ them bodies and we never miss
To the max
Sprayin’ you bitch niggas, I got the gat
None of my niggas talk, we ain’t them rats
Pull out the strap, buss on you bitch niggas no you ain’t spittin’ no facts
Like i’m Comethazine tell em spin back
Countin’ my racks, gettin’ it fast
No you ain’t comin’ in first, hoe you last
This ain’t no race, do the digital dash
Oh yeah we takeoff, we havin’ a blast
Hope you can catch when i shoot out the caps
There ain’t no witness, we keepin’ a mask
Leavin’ his print on the back of the glass
Joggin’ on niggas I had to go speed up
I beat up, i’m fuckin this bitch ain’t no meet up
Her seat up, they tell the young nigga to heat up
I’m freed up
Beat up the meat like i’m Rocky
My raps hot but they ain’t no Takis
Wе droppin’ the bodies
Got a red dot in thе back of the party
You niggas be lame
You hit wit the molly
I’m a great dane
I’m solo not mobbin’
He floppin’
He ain’t makin music, he droppin
I’m poppin’ i’m gettin bitches n they walkin’
No talkin’
I’m bout it, i’m gettin my guala I spend it
You wanted that shit so you rent it
We done it, we did it, i’m gettin the drill n I spill it
You finished, i’m gettin the money I double my digits
You ain’t a nigga boy, pussy look timid
50-1 and you niggas is finished
I’m countin’ my green man this shit be like spinach
I hop out the jag n i’m feelin’ diminished
Exquisite, yo bitch on my dick and she kissed it
No wishin’ i’m sprayin the gat ain’t no missin’
We dissin, we leave yo ass there and we pissin’
(To the max, wooh)
Sprayin’ you bitch niggas, I got the gat
None of my niggas talk, we ain’t them rats
Pull out the strap, buss on you bitch niggas no you ain’t spittin’ no facts
Like i’m Comethazine tell em spin back
Countin’ my racks, gettin’ it fast
No you ain’t comin’ in first, hoe you last
This ain’t no race, do the digital dash
Oh yeah we takeoff, we havin’ a blast
Hope you can catch when i shoot out the caps
There ain’t no witness, we keepin’ a mask
Leavin’ his print on the back of the glass
I got the chemicals, turn em’ to miracles
Decimals, periods, bitch are you serious?
Head of my pyramid
Bitch you delirious
Chapo gon’ jump out the whip
Makin’ that boy Make-A-Wish
Hiss, piss
Diamonds I spit
Pockets of lint
Used to be youngins, remember the jitts
We icy now nigga, we still plead the 5th
I was that nigga who hit on yo bitch
She wanted dick, boy she good with the splits
Icy now nigga we still plead the 5th
We droppin’ them bodies and we never miss