Heatin Up
Lil Baby & Moneybagg Yo Lyrics


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(Cook that shit up, Quay)
4PF, look like we hit licks, how we sell bricks
We don't sell shit, we just make hits, yeah
Turn up

Keepin' my composure, never sober
Never chokin', always smokin' doja
Fuck 'em if they gettin' over
Got a Moncler coat because the kid the coldest
I ain't changed, I stayed the same, and maintained
It's safe to say the kid gettin' older
Forever gang, I'm never switchin' over
Made a lane and niggas can't get over
I can't match with rappers, they be bogus
Really get a pack and keep the over
Big dripper, stand up in the ocean
Everybody trappin', we get loads in
He ain't 4PF if he ain't got motion
Made a half a ticket off promotion
Shoutout Swishers Sweet, they keep me rollin'
But if we catch the opp, we gotta smoke 'em
Ridin' 'round with Dracs', like we OVO
I got some racks and I want some more
Still got them packs in the hood, call it give-and-go
Keep a nigga main bitch in a figure-four
Let me fuck when I want, I just come and go
Man, these racks gettin' too big for these skinny clothes
I might put me an M in some big Girbaud
Let lil' bro hit the stick and start gettin' old
I spent five hundred racks on a Lambo'
And didn't even know how to make that motherfucker go
On my birthday, I just wanna lift the door
Barely flex, but don't play with me, period
Shooters followin' behind in a Urus
In the Rolls truck, I feel like a tourist
I'm the one from the bottom, who sold all my partners them pounds
Used to drive in a Buick

Hot, hot, hot
I'm heatin' up
I fuck with slimes and I'm gonna bust
He can't put on that drip, he ain't one of us
How you ridin' in a Benz and a Tonka truck?
How you got everybody lit, pipin' up?
Oh, she bad with no swag, I can pipe her up
Made my last one my last one, I'm wifin' her
Count the money up fast like I'm typin' somethin'
I'm the type to get active and never run (Wunna)

Keep the rulers, my niggas ain't scared of nothin' (nah)
Ain't no rules, you got racks, you can get it done (yeah)
On a light day I keep me a honey bun (one hundred)
Makin' hit after hit, call me Barry Bonds (hits)
For this Christmas, I bought everybody guns (swear)
Glocks and choppers and FN's for everyone (graat)
Take that roof off the car, let her feel the sun (wow)
My bro go see his barber five times a month (yeah)
Got this bitch out the college, she suckin' and swallow
I stick it (uh) and she feel it in her gut (in her gut)
We don't run from our problems, we stackin' up guala and guala
I'm tryna get that mega bucks (racks)
We them drippers, lil' nigga, best watch your step (them drippers)
This top shelf, got forty designer belts (drip)
4PF look like the new BMF
Think I'm deaf, got stones in my right and left (ice)
How you crank up that car? Ain't no key in there
Just pull up, spin they block and get out of there (get out of there)
Wake up, have a hard time findin' what to wear
Treat these hoes like a tire, I keep a spare
Want a strap because I'm war ready (war)
Check the trust, I'm countin' more fetti (yeah)
Skydweller, Jubilee and a Presi' (no cap)
Hundred fifty plain Richard Millie (no cap)
I'ma milk the game until it's empty
Lil' cuzzo spit that flame until it empty (yeah)
I am not a killer, but don't tempt me (nah)
Spendin' rate 'bout thousand to a fifty

Hot, hot, hot
I'm heatin' up
I fuck with slimes and I'm gonna bust
He can't put on that drip, he ain't one of us
How you ridin' in a Benz and a Tonka truck?
How you got everybody lit, pipin' up?
Oh, she bad with no swag, I can pipe her up
Made my last one my last one, I'm wifin' her




Count the money up fast like I'm typin' somethin'
I'm the type to get active and never run

Overall Meaning

In Lil Baby’s song “Heatin Up,” he touches on various themes such as gang affiliations, loyalty, wealth, and power. The song reveals that Lil Baby is maintaining his composure and confidence, despite being successful and influential in the rap industry. He boasts about the success of the 4PF label while highlighting his loyalty to his gang, Forever Gang, stating that he will never switch sides. Lil Baby also addresses his wealth, mentioning that he spent five hundred racks on a Lamborghini and bought everyone guns for Christmas. He feels like a tourist in his Rolls truck and is skeptical of those who ride in a Benz and Tonka truck.


The chorus is repetitive and emphasizes that Lil Baby is “heatin up,” meaning that he is on a roll and cannot be stopped. He mentions that he is the best at what he does and that everyone wants to be like him. Additionally, he mentions his nonchalance when it comes to romantic relationships and his ability to get anyone he wants.


Overall, “Heatin Up” is a typical braggadocious rap song that involves high-energy rhymes. The song encourages listeners to be confident in their abilities and never underestimate themselves. Lil Baby proves that he is one of the best young rappers in the music industry today and also compels his listeners to keep pushing and working hard to achieve their goals.


Line by Line Meaning

Cook that shit up, Quay
Start making the beat, Quay


4PF, look like we hit licks, how we sell bricks
We appear to be making a lot of money, but not from selling drugs but from making hit music


We don't sell shit, we just make hits, yeah
We don't sell drugs, we just make popular music


Turn up
Get excited and party


Keepin' my composure, never sober Never chokin', always smokin' doja
I stay calm and cool, always high on marijuana


Fuck 'em if they gettin' over
Disregard anyone who tries to take advantage of me


Got a Moncler coat because the kid the coldest
I have a Moncler coat because I'm the coolest


I ain't changed, I stayed the same, and maintained
I'm still the same person and maintained my identity despite success


It's safe to say the kid gettin' older
I'm getting older and growing wiser


Forever gang, I'm never switchin' over
I'll always be loyal to my gang and won't switch sides


Made a lane and niggas can't get over
I created my own unique path and my rivals can't surpass me


I can't match with rappers, they be bogus
I can't keep up with fake rappers in the game


Really get a pack and keep the over
I really have drugs and keep a gun for protection


Big dripper, stand up in the ocean
I'm dripping in expensive clothes and accessories


Everybody trappin', we get loads in
Many people are selling drugs, but we're getting the most sales


He ain't 4PF if he ain't got motion
If you're not working hard, you can't be part of my team


Made a half a ticket off promotion
I made a lot of money from promoting my music


Shoutout Swishers Sweet, they keep me rollin'
I appreciate Swishers Sweet cigars because they help me relax


But if we catch the opp, we gotta smoke 'em
If we catch our rivals, we will attack them


Ridin' 'round with Dracs', like we OVO
We cruise around with guns like the rap group OVO


I got some racks and I want some more
I have a lot of money, but I want even more


Still got them packs in the hood, call it give-and-go
I still have drugs in my neighborhood to sell quickly


Keep a nigga main bitch in a figure-four
I'm keeping someone else's girlfriend satisfied in bed


Let me fuck when I want, I just come and go
I have casual relationships and don't want anything serious


Man, these racks gettin' too big for these skinny clothes
I have too much money to just wear skinny clothes


I might put me an M in some big Girbaud
I might spend a million on some expensive clothes


Let lil' bro hit the stick and start gettin' old
I let my youngers carry guns and make money


I spent five hundred racks on a Lambo'
I spent $500k on a Lamborghini


And didn't even know how to make that motherfucker go
I'm not very knowledgeable about how to drive fancy cars


On my birthday, I just wanna lift the door
On my birthday, I want to celebrate by driving a luxury car


Barely flex, but don't play with me, period
I don't show off much, but don't mess with me


Shooters followin' behind in a Urus
I have armed bodyguards following me in a Lamborghini Urus


In the Rolls truck, I feel like a tourist
In my Rolls Royce truck, I feel like I'm on vacation


I'm the one from the bottom, who sold all my partners them pounds
I'm the one who distributed drugs and enriched my colleagues


Used to drive in a Buick
I used to drive a less expensive car


I'm heatin' up
I'm becoming more successful in my career


I fuck with slimes and I'm gonna bust
I'm loyal to my friends and will protect them


He can't put on that drip, he ain't one of us
If you don't dress like us, you don't belong with us


How you ridin' in a Benz and a Tonka truck?
How can you afford luxury cars when you're a nobody?


How you got everybody lit, pipin' up?
How did you become so popular?


Oh, she bad with no swag, I can pipe her up
She's very attractive despite not being fashionable


Made my last one my last one, I'm wifin' her
I'm committing to my current girlfriend


Count the money up fast like I'm typin' somethin'
I count my money very quickly


I'm the type to get active and never run (Wunna)
I'm always ready for action and never back down


Keep the rulers, my niggas ain't scared of nothin' (nah)
We keep weapons because we aren't afraid of danger


Ain't no rules, you got racks, you can get it done (yeah)
Money can help you accomplish anything


On a light day I keep me a honey bun (one hundred)
I always have a snack, even on easy days


Makin' hit after hit, call me Barry Bonds (hits)
I keep producing popular songs, like the baseball player Barry Bonds


For this Christmas, I bought everybody guns (swear)
I gifted my friends with weapons for the holiday


Glocks and choppers and FN's for everyone (graat)
I gave my friends a variety of firearms as gifts


Take that roof off the car, let her feel the sun (wow)
I ride in a convertible car so I can feel the breeze


My bro go see his barber five times a month (yeah)
My friend goes to the barber often to maintain his appearance


Got this bitch out the college, she suckin' and swallow
I took a girl out of college and now she's performing oral sex


I stick it (uh) and she feel it in her gut (in her gut)
I have great sex with her and she feels it inside of her


We don't run from our problems, we stackin' up guala and guala
We don't avoid our troubles, instead we make more money


I'm tryna get that mega bucks (racks)
I'm trying to make a ton of money


We them drippers, lil' nigga, best watch your step (them drippers)
We are well-dressed and fashionable, so you should be careful around us


This top shelf, got forty designer belts (drip)
I have an impressive collection of expensive belts


4PF look like the new BMF
Our gang is becoming as powerful as BMF- a big crime organization


Think I'm deaf, got stones in my right and left (ice)
I can't hear you well because of my diamond earrings


How you crank up that car? Ain't no key in there
I can start my car without a physical key


Just pull up, spin they block and get out of there (get out of there)
We'll drive up to our rivals' area, attack them, and then leave immediately


Wake up, have a hard time findin' what to wear
I have too many clothes, which makes it hard to choose what to wear


Treat these hoes like a tire, I keep a spare
I always have multiple backup women when one doesn't work out


Want a strap because I'm war ready (war)
I need a gun because I'm always ready for conflict


Check the trust, I'm countin' more fetti (yeah)
I check my bank account often to see how much money I've made


Skydweller, Jubilee and a Presi' (no cap)
I own multiple luxury watches- a Skydweller, Jubilee and a Presi' (referring to Rolex models), no lie


Hundred fifty plain Richard Millie (no cap)
I have a Richard Mille watch worth $150k, no lie


I'ma milk the game until it's empty
I'm going to make as much money as possible from the music industry


Lil' cuzzo spit that flame until it empty (yeah)
My young friend is going to rap until he can't anymore


I am not a killer, but don't tempt me (nah)
I won't kill anyone, but I can be provoked


Spendin' rate 'bout thousand to a fifty
I spend around $50k at a time


I'm the type to get active and never run
I'm always ready for action and never back down




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Chris Rosser, Dominique Jones, Sergio Kitchens

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