Chords for Polo G - Heating Up (feat. YungLiV) (Official Video)
Tempo:
87.05 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
E
Eb
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Eb]
[Ab]
I've been stacking, running up them [E] rackies in the [Ab] trenches where my niggas fucked off
as we dug the district.
I ain't signing no new deal unless they talking bout some figures.
Put that bag on top of your head and have your partner come and kill you.
I know sometimes I be turnt up.
They claim they left my homie burnt up.
Ain't no way we can chill.
This a lil chill.
Get yo head pumped.
This blinky with me.
If it get too fishy, we gon send it up.
We get busy.
I ain't hard to find.
You ain't look hard enough.
Down bad.
I was just down bad on my ass.
I started with a couple racks.
I lost them all and got them back.
They gripped my homie cause the other side was working with the fed.
When I got caught up for them things, they say a thing go round the X.
I be tripping off them things.
I pop the X, get in my bag.
I don't like total normal blitz.
I love these blockouts.
I'm a tech.
That bitch go blup.
And that's another nigga.
Pac [Eb]-21 Mack.
Them niggas sweet for that lil one shit that we did.
They don't get back.
[Ab] I'm just a sound.
Who the wet?
Lil bro pull up and let off a couple shots from out this tech.
So why don't sit at restaurant and see these niggas mad.
I'm in my act.
He pull up on him.
He take off.
But he ain't faster than this Mack.
Pour a double cup of coolie bitch.
I'm [E] litty.
Ops ain't [Ab] fucking with me.
Hundred clip the drape.
The police said we fucking up the city.
Since my lil homie died, go ask the ops.
They ain't been a killer forever.
We still slime.
I'm with G-Boy and Mr.
Go and get em.
Them lil shorties dangerous.
They been [E] blocked just for the [Ab] hell of it.
We gon keep on lapping bitch.
That's how you let that pressure hit.
All my homie like is shooting dice and shooting at the bricks.
Ever since my lil bro brothers died, he always kept a stick.
I remember hustling and robbing, trying to catch a lick.
I was out that nigga.
He been at field like Colin Kaepernick.
All the snipers, they don't give a fuck when they a wacker bitch.
I just sent the addy to her DM.
Now my match is lit.
Splatter shit.
Four new pop out [E] cussing.
Let that [Ab] helmet spit.
Stared you with my ass.
You can't touch this.
No empty helmet shit.
Always about my lonesome war.
I'm linking up with my savages.
Think twice before you run up.
All my gunners get to clapping shit.
Sun down till the sun up.
Pick a gun up.
Who you rap with?
Who you rapping with?
You would think the block a barber shop the way we line and shit.
Can't wait for the summer.
Glocks with drums.
We got all kind of shit.
My lil nigga, he don't got it all.
He get to spazzing quick.
[E] [Ab]
[Ab]
I've been stacking, running up them [E] rackies in the [Ab] trenches where my niggas fucked off
as we dug the district.
I ain't signing no new deal unless they talking bout some figures.
Put that bag on top of your head and have your partner come and kill you.
I know sometimes I be turnt up.
They claim they left my homie burnt up.
Ain't no way we can chill.
This a lil chill.
Get yo head pumped.
This blinky with me.
If it get too fishy, we gon send it up.
We get busy.
I ain't hard to find.
You ain't look hard enough.
Down bad.
I was just down bad on my ass.
I started with a couple racks.
I lost them all and got them back.
They gripped my homie cause the other side was working with the fed.
When I got caught up for them things, they say a thing go round the X.
I be tripping off them things.
I pop the X, get in my bag.
I don't like total normal blitz.
I love these blockouts.
I'm a tech.
That bitch go blup.
And that's another nigga.
Pac [Eb]-21 Mack.
Them niggas sweet for that lil one shit that we did.
They don't get back.
[Ab] I'm just a sound.
Who the wet?
Lil bro pull up and let off a couple shots from out this tech.
So why don't sit at restaurant and see these niggas mad.
I'm in my act.
He pull up on him.
He take off.
But he ain't faster than this Mack.
Pour a double cup of coolie bitch.
I'm [E] litty.
Ops ain't [Ab] fucking with me.
Hundred clip the drape.
The police said we fucking up the city.
Since my lil homie died, go ask the ops.
They ain't been a killer forever.
We still slime.
I'm with G-Boy and Mr.
Go and get em.
Them lil shorties dangerous.
They been [E] blocked just for the [Ab] hell of it.
We gon keep on lapping bitch.
That's how you let that pressure hit.
All my homie like is shooting dice and shooting at the bricks.
Ever since my lil bro brothers died, he always kept a stick.
I remember hustling and robbing, trying to catch a lick.
I was out that nigga.
He been at field like Colin Kaepernick.
All the snipers, they don't give a fuck when they a wacker bitch.
I just sent the addy to her DM.
Now my match is lit.
Splatter shit.
Four new pop out [E] cussing.
Let that [Ab] helmet spit.
Stared you with my ass.
You can't touch this.
No empty helmet shit.
Always about my lonesome war.
I'm linking up with my savages.
Think twice before you run up.
All my gunners get to clapping shit.
Sun down till the sun up.
Pick a gun up.
Who you rap with?
Who you rapping with?
You would think the block a barber shop the way we line and shit.
Can't wait for the summer.
Glocks with drums.
We got all kind of shit.
My lil nigga, he don't got it all.
He get to spazzing quick.
[E] [Ab]
Key:
Ab
E
Eb
Bb
Ab
E
Eb
Bb
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
_ I've been stacking, running up them [E] rackies in the [Ab] trenches where my niggas fucked off
as we dug the district.
I ain't signing no new deal unless they talking bout some figures.
Put that bag on top of your head and have your partner come and kill you.
I know sometimes I be turnt up.
They claim they left my homie burnt up.
Ain't no way we can chill.
This a lil chill.
Get yo head pumped.
This blinky with me.
If it get too fishy, we gon send it up.
We get busy.
I ain't hard to find.
You ain't look hard enough.
Down bad.
I was just down bad on my ass.
I started with a couple racks.
I lost them all and got them back.
They gripped my homie cause the other side was working with the fed.
When I got caught up for them things, they say a thing go round the X.
I be tripping off them things.
I pop the X, get in my bag.
I don't like total normal blitz.
I love these blockouts.
I'm a tech.
That bitch go blup.
And that's another nigga.
Pac [Eb]-21 Mack.
Them niggas sweet for that lil one shit that we did.
They don't get back.
_ [Ab] I'm just a sound.
Who the wet?
Lil bro pull up and let off a couple shots from out this tech.
So why don't sit at restaurant and see these niggas mad.
I'm in my act.
He pull up on him.
He take off.
But he ain't faster than this Mack.
Pour a double cup of coolie bitch.
I'm [E] litty.
Ops ain't [Ab] fucking with me.
Hundred clip the drape.
The police said we fucking up the city.
Since my lil homie died, go ask the ops.
They ain't been a killer forever.
We still slime.
I'm with G-Boy and Mr.
Go and get em.
Them lil shorties dangerous.
They been [E] blocked just for the [Ab] hell of it.
We gon keep on lapping bitch.
That's how you let that pressure hit.
All my homie like is shooting dice and shooting at the bricks.
Ever since my lil bro brothers died, he always kept a stick.
I remember hustling and robbing, trying to catch a lick.
I was out that nigga.
He been at field like Colin Kaepernick.
All the snipers, they don't give a fuck when they a wacker bitch.
I just sent the addy to her DM.
Now my match is lit.
Splatter shit.
Four new pop out [E] cussing.
Let that [Ab] helmet spit.
Stared you with my ass.
You can't touch this.
No empty helmet shit.
Always about my lonesome war.
I'm linking up with my savages.
Think twice before you run up.
All my gunners get to clapping shit.
Sun down till the sun up.
Pick a gun up.
Who you rap with?
Who you rapping with?
You would think the block a barber shop the way we line and shit.
Can't wait for the summer.
Glocks with drums.
We got all kind of shit.
My lil nigga, he don't got it all.
He get to spazzing quick.
_ _ [E] _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
_ I've been stacking, running up them [E] rackies in the [Ab] trenches where my niggas fucked off
as we dug the district.
I ain't signing no new deal unless they talking bout some figures.
Put that bag on top of your head and have your partner come and kill you.
I know sometimes I be turnt up.
They claim they left my homie burnt up.
Ain't no way we can chill.
This a lil chill.
Get yo head pumped.
This blinky with me.
If it get too fishy, we gon send it up.
We get busy.
I ain't hard to find.
You ain't look hard enough.
Down bad.
I was just down bad on my ass.
I started with a couple racks.
I lost them all and got them back.
They gripped my homie cause the other side was working with the fed.
When I got caught up for them things, they say a thing go round the X.
I be tripping off them things.
I pop the X, get in my bag.
I don't like total normal blitz.
I love these blockouts.
I'm a tech.
That bitch go blup.
And that's another nigga.
Pac [Eb]-21 Mack.
Them niggas sweet for that lil one shit that we did.
They don't get back.
_ [Ab] I'm just a sound.
Who the wet?
Lil bro pull up and let off a couple shots from out this tech.
So why don't sit at restaurant and see these niggas mad.
I'm in my act.
He pull up on him.
He take off.
But he ain't faster than this Mack.
Pour a double cup of coolie bitch.
I'm [E] litty.
Ops ain't [Ab] fucking with me.
Hundred clip the drape.
The police said we fucking up the city.
Since my lil homie died, go ask the ops.
They ain't been a killer forever.
We still slime.
I'm with G-Boy and Mr.
Go and get em.
Them lil shorties dangerous.
They been [E] blocked just for the [Ab] hell of it.
We gon keep on lapping bitch.
That's how you let that pressure hit.
All my homie like is shooting dice and shooting at the bricks.
Ever since my lil bro brothers died, he always kept a stick.
I remember hustling and robbing, trying to catch a lick.
I was out that nigga.
He been at field like Colin Kaepernick.
All the snipers, they don't give a fuck when they a wacker bitch.
I just sent the addy to her DM.
Now my match is lit.
Splatter shit.
Four new pop out [E] cussing.
Let that [Ab] helmet spit.
Stared you with my ass.
You can't touch this.
No empty helmet shit.
Always about my lonesome war.
I'm linking up with my savages.
Think twice before you run up.
All my gunners get to clapping shit.
Sun down till the sun up.
Pick a gun up.
Who you rap with?
Who you rapping with?
You would think the block a barber shop the way we line and shit.
Can't wait for the summer.
Glocks with drums.
We got all kind of shit.
My lil nigga, he don't got it all.
He get to spazzing quick.
_ _ [E] _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _