Warm It Up Lyrics - Logic

You, you 

Warm it up, warm it up 

Warm it up, warm it up, warm it up 

Warm it up, warm it up 

Warm it up, warm it up, warm it up 

This that Young Sinatra shit, yeah this that Young Sinatra shit 

Shut the fuck up and listen whenever your Sinatra spit 

Yeah your girl as fine as hell but she a Young Sinatra chick 

Hey Bobby how can you tell? She on a Young Sinatra dick 

All these rappers wack as fuck, make the Young Sinatra sick 

RattPack be the squad, that's that Young Sinatra clique 

God damn, this the Young Sinatra clique, God damn 

Listen, yeah, I'm visualizing the realism in my life and actuality 

Stuck to me fatality yeah this shit is my galaxy 

I am who the baddest be 

I'd rather be at academy 

Killers be glad to be me 

Magnify the shit like bifocal 

Motherfuckers talk on the internet but in person they never vocal 

Come to the hood and fuck you up if you prefer to be local 

I'm local, from Noho, to Soho, 

Getting G's like I'm Frodo, you know ho I'm 

Blessed like Sunday, flyer than a runway 

Little Bobby never second guess that he goin' make it one day 

One wake, or another my brother word to your mother 

They should give me a badge cuz I'm always under-covers 

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God damn I'm a miraculous man 

You know I get, I get it, I get it, I get it 

They turn out to spit it, rewind it and rip it 

I can murder your whole album with a 30 second snippet 

Pass the Mary Jane like I'm running a train with Peter Parker 

Until I have more sex in the city than Jessica Parker 

The deeper and deeper I go it get darker 

They say the want the old me, the want the Young Sinatra back 

The one that murder it, rip it up 

Never gonna give it up around an almanac 

Yeah I'm all of that, fall back, like September again 

Basking these rappers so hard that they won't remember again 

When it comes to Hip Hop, bitch I'm indigenous to this 

This apparent, I'm barring down like a parent 

When the beef is at steak, I'm Astros 

My god level lyricism surpass flows 

I'm much more than fast flows, 

Money talk cash flows, 

Great as the numbers at past shows 

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Fuck that rap shit this that trap shit (Bobby) 

This world is my contraption (Bobby) 

I was born and raised in the trap son (Bobby) 

Talk shit get kidnapped son (Bobby) 

I don't really know why I rap son (ayy) 

Money in the bank, yeah I got some (ayy) 

Couple sports cars yeah I bought some (ayy) 

Thought you never flex Bobby get it done (ayy) 

Y'all don't really know where I come from 

Talking that shit, I'm a come for it (what's good) 

Tell me what you really know about me right now 

Everything I want I get it somehow 

Fuck that trap shit this that rap shit 

Give me the hand like John the Baptist 

Ready to whip it I hoove in the catcher 

Greatest alive like I'm Cassius 

I put 'em all in they caskets 

They can't see me get past this 

I'm a bastard that mastered the flow and none of y'all ready for this massacre though 

Fuck what Logic had absent though 

Matter of fact it's not impossible but highly improbable like 

Saying the police isn't robbable 

But I'm liable to walk up into a station in blue face 

Like fuck the police! 

Blue lives ain't a race 

Fuck whoever said this rap shit was never a race 

This shit a marathon 

Murder you motherfuckers and carry on 

Claiming that you really 'bout ya shit 

You got your Jim Carrey on, "Liar liar" 

I might crucify ya 

Number one 'til I die 

Will never retire 

I am the Messiah 

I am the God of this shit 

This is how we do it 

Yeah I started this shit, yes I started this shit like 

Fuck that rap shit this that trap shit (Bobby) 

This world is my contraption (Bobby) 

I was born and raised in the trap son (Bobby) 

Talk shit get kidnapped son (Bobby) 

I don't really know why I rap son (ayy) 

Money in the bank, yeah I got some (ayy) 

Couple sports cars yeah I bought some (ayy) 

Thought you never flex Bobby get it done (ayy) 

Y'all don't really know where I come from 

Talking that shit, I'm a come for it (what's good) 

Tell me what you really know about me right now 

Everything I want I get it somehow