Official 'Hold That Heat' Lyrics By Southside & Future

Southside, Future And Travis Scott Lyrics

Here is the official lyrics to ‘Hold That Heat’ by Southside and Future, featuring Travis Scott, read the lyrics below. Hold That Heat was co-produced by Mike Dean and Southside.

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Southside, Future & Travis Scott – Hold That Heat Lyrics

Intro: Future & Travis Scott
Southside on the track, yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh (Yeah)
Whatever I say (Whatever I say)
Uh-huh (Cactus Jack)
Uh-huh (Travis, Travis, uh-huh, Travis, Travis, Travis)
Whatever I say (Travis, Travis)

Chorus: Travis Scott & Future
(Yeah)
Hold that, hold that heater (Yeah, yeah, Pluto)
Hold that, hold that heater (Yeah, yeah)
Hold that, hold that heater (Cactus Jack)
Hold that, hold that heater (Yeah, yeah)
Hold that, hold that heater (Yeah, yeah)
Hold that, hold that heater (Yeah, yeah)
Hold that, hold that heater (Yeah, yeah)
Sitting across, they get it (Uh-huh)
The snipers that with me ain’t tripping (Uh-huh, Pluto)
Hold that, hold that heater (Uh-huh)
Hold that, hold that heater (Whatever I say)
Hold that, hold that heater (Uh-huh)
Hold that, hold that heater (Uh-huh)
Hold that, hold that heater (Uh-huh)
Hold that, hold that heater (Whatever I say)

Verse 1: Travis Scott & Future
And they know I’m lethal (Uh-huh)
I done been a lot illegal (Uh-huh)
Crib packed down in Rio (Uh-huh)
Ten chains, I’ma free up (Whatever I say)
Niggas want beef, I’m that G, yeah (Yeah, uh-huh)
My diet on keto (Straight up, uh-huh)
Five guys with me on G up (Uh-huh)
She want six like Ceelo (Ooh, whatever I say)
I’m wanted (Yeah)
One of the top of the barrel (Let’s go, uh-huh)
Number one, get all the zeros (Uh-huh)
Sipping on water not Styro’ (Drank)
Niggas keep trying, they keep playing around (Uh-huh)
Before he end up on a mural (Uh-huh)
Block getting spent like a euro (Uh-huh)
I’m Batman, I ain’t even no hero, yeah (Let’s go)
Out of the South then we packed to the East
Jumped in somewhere I could buy me a seat (Yeah)
They moved out West because bro had a V
Looked in his eyes and said, “Need one of these”
Three hunnid days and it still ain’t no sleep
Inside and outside, it was ninety degrees
Now it’s big tables with lot of us seat
Mafia shit, G, you gotta compete (Gotta compete)
Sliping and sliding this lot out the side (Uh-huh)
I got a vibe, gotta keep it a secret (Uh-huh)
That’s not a body, she got a physique (Whatever I say it)
Took her to Brooklyn to meet with thirteen
She got some friends I’ve been wanting to meet (Uh-huh)
She got a squad, yeah, she keep her some demons (Keep her some demons, uh-huh)
All of the heat, they love them some freaks
We got the heat (Whatever I say it)

Chorus: Travis Scott & Future
Hold that, hold that heater
Hold that, hold that heater (Ooh)
Hold that, hold that heater (Hold)
Hold that, hold that heater (Hold, ooh, yeah)
We popping, I know that they get it (It’s lit)
The snipers that’s with me ain’t tripping (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Hold that, hold that heater (Uh-huh)
Hold that, hold that heater (Whatever I say)

Verse 2: Travis Scott & Future
Second verse, I’m locked in (Uh-huh)
Whole squad on me, testing (Whole squad on me, testin’)
Ten plus in mathematics (Uh-huh)
Lotta racks on this plastic (Yeah, whatever I say)
Six months down out in Cabo
The lil’ tryna teach me Spanish (Alright)
Altoids shaped like Xanax (Uh-huh)
Cup spilled up then vanished (Whatever I say)

Verse 3: Future
Yeah, I came out the streets with a demon, yeah (Uh-huh)
Stay high and creep low on the demon, yeah (Uh-huh)
I’m clutching the pole, I’m a slinger, yeah (Uh-huh)
I got a main bitch but I mingle, yeah (Whatever I say)
I’m drowning these pills with some lean, yeah (Uh-huh)
The hook on the chopper, Kareem, yeah (Uh-huh)
I’m popping these bitches like a bean, yeah (Uh-huh)
She sit in the coupe and she ink, yeah (Whatever I say)
I said I want smoke then achieve, yeah (Uh-huh)
I get at them chicken for cheap, yeah (Uh-huh)
I’m spending, designer my jeans, yeah (Uh-huh)
My shirt all the way down to my feet, yeah (Whatever I say)
Fuck all with you, die by the law, won’t shit you manage, yeah (Uh-huh)
I’m turning one M to a hundred of them (Uh-huh)
And I’m ’bout to get me a V (Whatever I say)
Exotics on exotics on exotics on exotics, I want that bitch, I keep her (Uh-huh)
Popping them pills and I’m drinking my drank, man, fuck what they say, I don’t need it (Whatever I say)
Old man shoulda just stayed in his place, I ghost that bitch, I don’t need her, yeah

Chorus: Travis Scott
Hold that, hold that heater
Hold that, hold that heater (Ooh)
Hold that, hold that heater (Hold)
Hold that, hold that heater (Hold, ooh, yeah)
We popping, I know that they get it (It’s lit)
The snipers that’s with me ain’t tripping (Yeah, yeah)
Hold that, hold that heater
Hold that, hold that heater
Hold that, hold that heater
Hold that, hold that heater (Ooh)
Hold that, hold that heater (Hold, ooh)
Hold that, hold that heater (Hold)
We popping, I know that they get it (Lit)
The snipers that’s with me ain’t tripping (Yeah, yeah)
Hold that, hold that heater
Hold that, hold that heater (Ooh)