“Burning Up” stands as a hip-hop gem, jointly created by American rapper Nardo Wick and Australian singer-songwriter The Kid LAROI. Unveiled on March 11, 2023, as the second single from Wick’s inaugural album “Who Is Nardo Wick?”, this track seamlessly melds trap vibes with an infectious melody and lyrics centered around intense passion. Applauded for its dynamic production and Wick’s vibrant delivery, the song has achieved notable success, clinching the 10th spot on the Billboard Hot 100 chart and garnering platinum certification from the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA).
Burning Up Lyrics
[Intro]
(Damn, Trademark)
[Chorus: The Kid LAROI]
Quarter million-dollar vacation (Vacation)
Bitch, this is a money conversation (Oh yeah)
Look at where I come from, it’s amazing
Under California sun, on the beach gettin’ faded
Doubled up my cup and it’s a whole lot of dirty (Yeah)
Where I’m from, I’m the first on Forbes under thirty (Oh yeah)
They ain’t ever seen that shit (Yeah)
Brand new Porsche, 911, red velvet inside my whip (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
[Verse: Nardo Wick]
Bitch I’m burnin’ up, call a firetruck, they say I’m heatin’ up
Suitcase for my racks, they say that duffle wasn’t big enough
Sent her to the doctor ’cause her bottom wasn’t big enough
I got lots of choppers for the oppers, we gon’ hit ’em up (Grraow, grraow, grraow)
Give it up, this a robbery, I want my style back
We don’t do the woofin’, go find someone else to howl at (Grraow, grraow, grraow)
Big chains, swinging on my neck like a ball bat
If he try to touch it, put a hole in his ballcap (Baow, baow)
Grape guts, I put purple seats in my Trackhawk
Don’t get mad at me, she told me, “Hit her,” that ain’t my fault
General, never taking orders, I’m a big boss
If I tell ’em go, they gon’ spiral like a football
Bloop-bloop, Nardo came through drippin’ like a wet treat
She don’t want relations, she say she just wanna sext me
Never call my phone, if you need me, better text me
[Chorus: The Kid LAROI]
Quarter million-dollar vacation (Vacation)
Bitch, this is a money conversation (Oh yeah)
Look at where I come from, it’s amazing
Under California sun, on the beach getting faded
Doubled up my cup and it’s a whole lot of dirty (Yeah)
Where I’m from, I’m the first on Forbes under thirty (Oh yeah)
They ain’t ever seen that shit (Yeah)
Brand new Porsche, 911, red velvet inside my whip (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
[Outro: Nardo Wick]
Bitch I’m burnin’ up, call a firetruck, they say I’m heatin’ up
Bitch I’m burnin’ up, call a firetruck, they say I’m heatin’ up
Bitch I’m burnin’ up, call a firetruck, they say I’m heatin’ up
Bitch I’m burnin’ up, call a firetruck, they say I’m heatin’ up
