Rollie Rob & TooCool - Heatin Up

Mini or a fucking foreign
Come on what we riding in
Niggas acting outta line
Knock them down like bowling pins
And i like my bitches come in twos
Just like a Gemini
Everyday we run it up
We get plenty exercise
All my niggas know we move in one
Just like we synchronized
I don't even really fuck with niggas i don't socialize
Shooter in the cut take you down just like it's columbine
Got me feeling like Gee cause all my life I wanna shine
Catch me in yo city on yo block you on the sideline
Money never late can never wait it got a deadline
Buddy shooting shit with the drake it make headlines
Smoking all this fucking kush higher then an airline
We havin' shit
Rollie in the cut you know splatter shit
Sundown to the sunup pick your card up know I'm scamming shit
If you need a job got plenty work just need some applicant's
Sundown to the sunup pick your card up know I'm scamming shit

Line a nigga up like he sitting in a barber seat
On pretrial release so I can't travel with the pipe on me
Broski ready to light a Nigga up just like a Christmas tree
Train to kill we ain't really tryna show no sympathy
Last nigga that played now that nigga name is history
Certain shit I just can't let it get to me
Roll a Wood no swisher sweet start blowing smoke like chimneys
Give free like chimneys
Tote two of everything dese ten a piece
I remember riding round in a Acura V
Then hopped in the streets like a athlete
Never had limits like master P
Pour four in a cup of that jimmy bean
2016 I was off hella lean, shit all in da pass don't mean a thing
Fast forward 22 we industry
Been in the streets
To street to be industry

Written by:
Dedreon Davis, Robert Pigford

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