Heavy

Lyrics

[Hook: Q Da Fool] Sub-machine gun heavy Selling straight drop, got your eye lids heavy 50 Bands in the Goyard bag They say that young nigga Q working heavy I spread them eagles around like I'm Nelly My first love the streets bitch I'm already married I'm the reason that your brother got buried Still riding with that pistol even though it's dirty Walk down on these niggas I'm never scary I been trapping hard since the blackberry These niggas really don't want beef with me These niggas want me get on one of they beats See you in the club you getting beat After the club, I'm bussing the heat I been bussing scripts all week I'm really trapping, hit my phone I got percocets for the cheap [Verse 1: Q Da Fool] Work real hard twelve hundred on my feet Diamonds from Africa, shout out to Sadit I look so good made her cum in her seat Tattoos on my face I work for my ink Told my bitch I'm too fresh boo you can't call me stink Popping all these muhfucking Xans I think I need a shrink MAK 90 on a string Me and you both know you not trynna run into me In a two seater with Lil D We not chasing bitches the only thing we chase is cheese Red bottoms on they neck, I can't let em' breathe Making transactions I can't let the feds see Can't none of these fuck niggas say that they fed me Came up in these streets bitch by myself So when I slide bitch I be by myself Cause I would never ever snitch on myself [Hook: Q Da Fool] Sub-machine gun heavy Selling straight drop, got your eye lids heavy 50 Bands in the Goyard bag They say that young nigga Q working heavy I spread them eagles around like I'm Nelly My first love the streets bitch I'm already married I'm the reason that your brother got buried Still riding with that pistol even though it's dirty Walk down on these niggas I'm never scary I been trapping hard since the blackberry These niggas really don't want beef with me These niggas want me get on one of they beats See you in the club you getting beat After the club, I'm bussing the heat I been bussing scripts all week I'm really trapping, hit my phone I got percocets for the cheap [Verse 2: Q Da Fool] All these animals on my Gucci print I got the heart of a lion I don't want to talk about shit nigga what you buying? I just got a pint from Cali These streets like a sport, my Gucci lens that's my visor I just got some packs in a towel Nigga got shot, he so scared of the streets he retired I still work off three phones I still trap out like 5 different homes I still be stealing I take whats my own Man these streets not right thats why I live so wrong I'm in the trenches Half of my niggas dead or they in prison Can't hang with no dick rider can't make they own decisions Walk in the club they like them young niggas winning [?] cost a stack, this not no Hennessy [Hook: Q Da Fool] Sub-machine gun heavy Selling straight drop, got your eye lids heavy 50 Bands in the Goyard bag They say that young nigga Q working heavy I spread them eagles around like I'm Nelly My first love the streets bitch I'm already married I'm the reason that your brother got buried Still riding with that pistol even though it's dirty Walk down on these niggas I'm never scary I been trapping hard since the blackberry These niggas really don't want beef with me These niggas want me get on one of they beats See you in the club you getting beat After the club, I'm bussing the heat I been bussing scripts all week I'm really trapping, hit my phone I got percocets for the cheap