Heavy Weight

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, spend a bag, make it back, it's too easy [?] I-I-I poured a line in my cup, now I'm leanin' (C'mon) [Chorus] FN, rip him to pieces Back door open, we leavin' 'em bleedin' (Skrrt) Huh, son said to go up, it's my season (Yeah) (Thanks, Zuko) I'm on that time, 'cause they gave me a reason Let do it, I'm on the top floor, top dog Known to take fuck niggas tops off, top five Slump put that boy on the news, Fox 5 Rich nigga, I'm countin' chicken, Popeyes Huh, bitch tryna fuck when we locked eyes Chop in that SRT, this shit got frog eyes Huh, I shop a lot at the mall, type (Yeah) I fucked this bitch off the Pеrc', I went all night (Huh) [Verse 1] I do this shit like three times, gеt the song right Huh, freestyle shit, bitch I don't write Chief Keef, whole bunch of shit that I don't like Repeat, y'all niggas copies of me Put a Mexican ho in her place, shawty shakin' that ass, like maracas on me Got a Glock in my hand, ain't no talkin' with me When I walk in the store, like it's park, I'ma green Me-me and the whole gang havin' FaceTime with that bitch, I ain't tryna smash it Three hundred a zip, I ain't tryna match it I'm rich as a bitch, racks stuffed in the mattress Young nigga, I walk to the bank really laughin' Sippin' on Wock', but I'm missin' the Addy I drop off a hit, like a Amazon package Racks stuffed in my pants, that's why I'm really saggin' I'm smokin' on top shelf, bitch, off the pound We just copped the black truck, we get around Only smoke fat blunts, I'm rollin' loud C'mon, I-I-I don't even got preform I been practicin' this, every shot with the form Rocks on my neck, coppin' shit when I'm bored Real shit, top dog, he been on the board No bitch, pray to me like I'm the Lord Lil' 6, I done ran up six figures, lil' bitch, I'm a millionaire (Woo) You ain't got no type of drip, you can't get in there (Woo) Diamonds hypnotic, that bitch tryna sit and stare (Woo) I'm at the show, on the stage gettin' lit as hell (Woo) Huh, I can't fuck with that ho 'cause she kiss and tell (Woo) Yeah, in my bag, this shit deep, like a wishing well Uh, push up, I got heat, I'ma wish him well That lil' boy want a feat', tell him, "Hit the Zelle" R-r-racks ain't nothin' to me, I keep thumbin' up Yeah, yo bitch good with the head, but she dumb as fuck Huh, sippin' green, that lil' boy runnin' out of luck F-f-fuck, what they mean? I get racks, let me count it up Uh-huh, pour the drank in my cup, got me actin' up If I fuck that bih', cuh, I like her, she back it up Walk down gang, he keep ridin', we pack him up New tennis chain on my neck, like a racket, uh-huh [Bridge] Yeah, [?] [Chorus] FN, rip him to pieces Back door open, we leavin' 'em bleedin' Son said to go up, it's my season I'm on that time 'cause they gave me a reason Let do it, I-I-I'm on the top floor, top dog Known to take fuck niggas tops off, top five Slump put that boy on the news, Fox 5 Rich nigga, I'm countin' chicken, Popeyes Huh, b-b-bitch tryna fuck when we locked eyes Chop in that SRT, this shit got frog eyes Huh, I-I-I shop a lot at the mall, type I fucked this bitch off the Perc', I went all night (Huh) [Verse 2] I got all type of carat diamonds, yeah, what you want do? I-I-I put Hermès link on top of that tennis chain, got her wet like a pool I'm with my gang, nigga, who you? I'm rockin' new Prada boots with the Trues Nigga want warfare, call up the troops Twin set up that plan, that's "Blue 42" (C'mon) [Outro] Skrrt Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt You ain't got no type of drip, you can't get in there