Heavy Lyrics

Too busy even makin' hits to even give a fuck

I can never worry boutta bitch fuck that ho

Damn my brothers gettin' lit at the function

But I got work tomorrow and I don't wanna go

Bro I'm all about that bag like a fuckin' fein

Yes I'm all about that blue, methamphetamine

I been tryna run it up stack up all my cheese

I been tryna blow us up takin' all my team

All these bitches full of lust and they don't fuckin want me

But I'm the same as them so don't feel fucking sorry

I'm sure they say"I can't trust what he fuckin' tells me

I'm sure he only wants to be inside my belly"

Shawty what's your phone number let me get your celly

Why don't you slide to the crib n we can watch some telly

Only slide in your crib if you fucking let me

We not even watching TV we just breathing heavy

Breathing heavy

Breathing heavy

Breathing heavy, yuh

Too much za got me fucked up got me breathing heavy

Too much za in the whip got it stinkin, smelly

NYC shawty damn she fine as fuck

Damn her cheeks rosy like a flower bud

Tryna geek with shawty off that flower yuh

You tryna get to know me quite surprising yuh

Bout my bacon, egg, n cheese like a fucking Deli

By the corner smoking weed, yeah we smokin' reggie

Tinted window limousine movin' like the Presi

Fully loaded magazine yeah it's fuckin' heavy

Fuckin' heavy

Fuckin' heavy

Fuckin' heavy

Yeah fuckin' heavy

Fuckin' heavy

Fuckin' heavy

Fuckin' heavy