Heat up (feat. Tray1k)

I got em running like the running man The way I'm living I hope I make it past 21 K-Gho Tray1k The way I’m living I hope I make it past 21 I just left the store I put your bitch in some new Saint Laurent’s You want some pressure I got choppas like the taliban Hollows get you get you running Get you running like the running man Aye We gon have to hold his bitch for ransom When he try to pull up to the city we gon’ ban him In a 2 door coupe it got top notch handling When it come to go getting we top notch candidates It’s a cold winter time to turn the heat up Knocking on my door I have feeling it’s the reaper Sins came to haunt me just another heat up Gotta Keep tabs on my people I’m my brothers keeper I’m my brother keeper If anything happen can’t keep my feet up We got we go to war we go to war We give no refunds We give no refunds Yea Bang on em Bang on em Popped 2 more pills you in trouble Gang with me Gang with me It’s pat down don’t move a muscle Tray1k Baby, I’m my brothers keeper I been livin fast, gettin hard for me to keep up Gotta speak my mind baby girl I gotta speak up Find out where he at, get behind em we gone creep up Finally in the game I was sittin on the bleacher Lord forgive my sins I don’t listen to the preacher Never went to school, give a f*ck about the teacher Kgho hit my phone, say he need me on a feature Know I gotta lead, but my niggas ima follow Nigga run up on me he gone run into this hollow Ima f*ck her face then after that she gotta swallow Shawty kinda average bet I make the bitch a model Kgho say its up, then you ain’t coming to the city Baby check the stats, ain’t a nigga fuckin wit me Hit her from the back, say she feel it in her kidney Nigga used to walk now I’m sittin in a Bentley The way I’m living I hope I make it past 21 I just left the store I put your bitch in some new Saint Laurent’s You want some pressure I got choppas like the taliban Hollows get you get you running Get you running like the running man Aye We gon have to hold his bitch for ransom When he try to pull up to the city we gon’ ban him In a 2 door coupe it got top notch handling When it come to go getting We top notch candidates All y’all do is cap cap cap Walking thru my city Bitches eying me like Santa w the sack-ack-ack 17 On me I ain’t with the Foolery Gave your bitch molly She said I want you inside of me She rev like rari She a lightskin exotic She popping pills the color of the rainbow like they vitamins You can kick it with me, cool it with me, smoke with me, drank with me Just don’t f*ck with my family or my money Hollows get to flying when you plotting like a dummy Any typa comma keep it coming Any typa comma bitch I want it You want some pressure we body dumping You’ll be on a tv like the melodies I’m humming I don’t want a mill I want hundred Business man I gotta keep em coming Gotta keep em coming