HEAVY ft. MarcoMoney Lyrics

All these niggas folding, I be solely on my lonely

Bitch think she a keeper, finna block her like a goalie

Nigga all this shit is phony

I'm just tryna flood this lil Rollie

Hagendaws all on the wrist, that shit is frozen

I told Marco if he rock, G-O-D then bitch I'm rolling

Got her beggin' me to stick it

Know she wanting me to poke it

If she ain't got no guala for the wallet then it's over

I ain't tryna plot with Holly less she tryna fork it over

That's a fact tho

Smoothly extra coolin' watch that backdoor

Any nigga slidin' on this side gettin' cracked on

Niggas gettin' packed out

I could take a seat I'm still a stand out

I feel like Herby G

Bitch I'm the man now

Had these bitches choosy way before I pulled the racks out

Sucka niggas plotting, gottem watching from the background

Niggas moving loosely

Who this asking for a handout?

It's hard to comprehend a conversation with no bands out

Nigga where the pape at?

Had to slut her out

I feel like Diddy

Baby take that

Niggas gotta face facts

I been foreign whippin'

Stickin' shit just like a racetrack

Speeding

I'm the needle you gon' find inside a haystack

Nigga tell 'em pop out

Commas all inside

She finna ride if I pull knots out

Gotta drop the top when I get topped down

When you pick and pop, and gotta shot

You better box out

These niggas needa stop

They gettin' swapped out

Ahhh

(Uh)

These niggas need to hang it up, it's my turn

I'm trying to prevail, I'm taking L's

But they be lessons, I guess I learned

My brothers gone

Shit don' got me crying, now my eyes hurt

Now I'm all alone, they was all I known

I shoulda died first

I been chasing cheddar can't get swiss cheesed

Every week, it was me, Liek, Bo and can't forget Veeze

Seen my bro's in a hearse, I did a verse and drunk a 16

I'm getting turnt, but my life feel like the worst

I'm tryna fix things

They just wanna nap, I'm finna let em sleep

They just wanna yop, I'm finna let em speak

They ain't think I'd be good, I'm finna let em see

All these alphabets, I keep a letter G

Bitches gettin' left, I get the neck

She use her head and knees

K on my side, get to yellin' like it's Zay (Ahh)

If it ain't bout no cash

Just like a mask you won't even see my face

Everybody get a plate

I pray to God and say my grace

I'll be paid in full

I play my cards right, I used to be like Ace

Yeah I dropped the hottest tape, but I can't celebrate

I just drunk an 8

And yeah this shit is light, I'm talking heavy it be worth the wait

I'm higher than a kite, I'm getting flyer I look like a plane

On the Yopside, I think it's drop time

They want Marco and Zay