"Warm It Up" lyrics
Knocking Big L on them blocks with a brick sell
Store like Pathmark, they heavy with fish scale
Dimes kinda heavy, wasn't ready, them nicks sell
I was in the tombs hot, hoping I'd get bail
Fab said them lime maritas was for the thots
Old blue Yankee Derek Jetter on the block
Deuce deuce in my boot, heated by the socks
I'm the wolf ave, I ain't speaking by no stocks
This is for the rooftop rich in eight days
Sliding up the Autobahn, the kush was A grade
Ice Cube had a good one, I had a great day
No kings in New York, niggas better make way
Grew up on Jada, Sheik Styles and Bia
Cuban link chain, sweatsuits was Fila
I remember knocking C and N, I can see it then pass on a 6 or 7 cause I need a 10
Like a yacht in the water, that's how I'm riding at
I'm a boss in New York, nigga Johnny Sack
Spanning Harlem, my niggas don't know how to act
Flex, I'm a flex on these niggas with a bottle's act
Cold case, layup, nigga like where the model's at
After y'all north in the portion and out of that lane switching
Game different, they ain't listen, I was taking notes
Flowing off a prescription, percs to the Xan life
Hold tryna holla X, my homies what you man like
Crack with my hand right, then I'm in supply for the hoodie
But the pants white, you think he nice, hit his hand so he can't write
Trying to go left, even though my man right
Nice, just a sandbox, better get your stance right
When I cop all the socks, they the stance type
Fuck the cop, I don't stop, I done ran lights
Fuck the Glock, wicked box, what your hands like
Got the drop in the spot, they ain't playing right
Now I'm hotter than most sliding with toast
First clash, y'all niggas still flying and coach
Trips to Miami, what Tamika and Tammy
This shit bringin' home three for the family
Next shit, Ferrogamma on at the Grammys
More women, love me than women that can't stand me
I remember Clue had fag on the radio
Wasn't no Rolex, my watch was a KCO
We was in the staircase, y'all was on the patio
Oops, I meant patio, live from El Badeo
When I was young, they were sliding, let their daddy know
I'm bout it bout it like when people's in the cali-o
No limit, coupe couple hoes in it
I'm like a pro with it, the flow is so vivid
Raised with the wolves, these niggas are so timid
Broke down the pound, backed up in four minutes
If I go to trial, make sure it's no witness
Mama told me, handle your business
Now I'm on your playlist, all the parties A-list
Made it to the top floor, started in the basement
OG Kush got me livin' in the matrix
You can have anything, go on me if you take it
Fought me on the back block, even on your laptop
Name gettin' big, a lot of faces lookin' man-shocked
Nuffin' been the same, killer game, you a mascot
Sure that you don't even walk the same, that's them ass shots
Black hoodie, cash drop, sneakers by Reebok
On my way to Y.O., listenin' to D-Block
Listenin' to D-Block, this the kind of shit you run back
When the beat stops, I didn't feel it till the summer
But I had a streets locked
Store like Pathmark, they heavy with fish scale
Dimes kinda heavy, wasn't ready, them nicks sell
I was in the tombs hot, hoping I'd get bail
Fab said them lime maritas was for the thots
Old blue Yankee Derek Jetter on the block
Deuce deuce in my boot, heated by the socks
I'm the wolf ave, I ain't speaking by no stocks
This is for the rooftop rich in eight days
Sliding up the Autobahn, the kush was A grade
Ice Cube had a good one, I had a great day
No kings in New York, niggas better make way
Grew up on Jada, Sheik Styles and Bia
Cuban link chain, sweatsuits was Fila
I remember knocking C and N, I can see it then pass on a 6 or 7 cause I need a 10
Like a yacht in the water, that's how I'm riding at
I'm a boss in New York, nigga Johnny Sack
Spanning Harlem, my niggas don't know how to act
Flex, I'm a flex on these niggas with a bottle's act
Cold case, layup, nigga like where the model's at
After y'all north in the portion and out of that lane switching
Game different, they ain't listen, I was taking notes
Flowing off a prescription, percs to the Xan life
Hold tryna holla X, my homies what you man like
Crack with my hand right, then I'm in supply for the hoodie
But the pants white, you think he nice, hit his hand so he can't write
Trying to go left, even though my man right
Nice, just a sandbox, better get your stance right
When I cop all the socks, they the stance type
Fuck the cop, I don't stop, I done ran lights
Fuck the Glock, wicked box, what your hands like
Got the drop in the spot, they ain't playing right
Now I'm hotter than most sliding with toast
First clash, y'all niggas still flying and coach
Trips to Miami, what Tamika and Tammy
This shit bringin' home three for the family
Next shit, Ferrogamma on at the Grammys
More women, love me than women that can't stand me
I remember Clue had fag on the radio
Wasn't no Rolex, my watch was a KCO
We was in the staircase, y'all was on the patio
Oops, I meant patio, live from El Badeo
When I was young, they were sliding, let their daddy know
I'm bout it bout it like when people's in the cali-o
No limit, coupe couple hoes in it
I'm like a pro with it, the flow is so vivid
Raised with the wolves, these niggas are so timid
Broke down the pound, backed up in four minutes
If I go to trial, make sure it's no witness
Mama told me, handle your business
Now I'm on your playlist, all the parties A-list
Made it to the top floor, started in the basement
OG Kush got me livin' in the matrix
You can have anything, go on me if you take it
Fought me on the back block, even on your laptop
Name gettin' big, a lot of faces lookin' man-shocked
Nuffin' been the same, killer game, you a mascot
Sure that you don't even walk the same, that's them ass shots
Black hoodie, cash drop, sneakers by Reebok
On my way to Y.O., listenin' to D-Block
Listenin' to D-Block, this the kind of shit you run back
When the beat stops, I didn't feel it till the summer
But I had a streets locked
Writer(s): Craig Ashley David, Bobby Dixon, Patrick Thompson, Dave Tozer, Philip Smart
