HEAVE IT Lyrics

(Persona)

Tigoat shit man you know what the fuck going on

Yeah, Yeah

(Glokmane)

Yeah I'm boutta heave it (Bow)

That nigga keep talking that shit like he bout it, that boy not a demon(Bow, Bow)

That nigga a pussy, this drank got me slow but lil' nigga I see it(I see it)

I don't care if god said it lil' nigga I ain't gone believe it

(Fa Fa Fa) .762 at that boy its a whole lotta' bleeding

I got this burna' on me pull it out its a whole lotta' grieving

These bullets, beck him, catch em' yeah its a whole lotta receiving(whole lotta, whole lotta)

Nigga be talking bout blicks like thats really the shit that he on

That boy only tough through the phone

The fuck is you on?

I send em the lo' and them boys gonna blitz

That boy ain't a steppa' ain't standing on shit

Yeah, before I go give em a sack I go run up in Sak's and go C-C my kicks

Yeah, nigga I'm in love with my choppa, in love with my baby, in love with my stick

And nigga I'm calling my choppa the answer cause if it's a problem the shit getting fixed

Yeah, Kamé got choppas the size of a titan

Ain't doing no talking, ain't doing no fighting

Yeah gang gonna slide, yeah they be keeping that fye

The choppa go doo-doo-doo-fah

He think that he God

Yeah, Imma knock that boy off of his pedestal, show him he not

Nigga you'd think that my pockets be hurtin' the way that a nigga be keeping these knots

Gang keep one four like Mobley

I keep two fours like Kobe

Tell my bitch to go get it I send her off with my left like 'Nobli

Yeah F.S is the gang that's the guys

You play with gang yo ass a get fried

We sending em up send his ass to the sky

Nigga keep talking like he wanna die

Yeah, imma put that boy up on shirt, now his momma she crying she askin' me why

Why-Why-Why-Why-Why-Why-Why-Why-Why

That nigga kept talking that shit now that pussy ass nigga got left in the dirt

Yeah you try to play with me nigga, you play with the gang and yo ass a get murked

He thought that he brolic, he bout it, that nigga he ain't bout none of that shit he exert

My bitch off the perky she booted up, yeah lil nigga she off of this Earth

Yeah gang from a city of killas' but nigga you know that we making it work

Yeah I'm boutta heave it (Bow)

That nigga keep talking that shit like he bout it, that boy not a demon(Bow, Bow)

That nigga a pussy, this drank got me slow but lil' nigga I see it(I see it)

I don't care if god said it lil' nigga

I ain't gone believe it

(Fa Fa Fa) .762 at that boy its a whole lotta bleeding

I got this burna' on me pull it out its a whole lotta grieving

These bullets, beck him, catch em' yeah its a whole lotta receiving(whole lotta, whole lotta)

Nigga be talking bout blicks like thats really the shit that he on

That boy only tough through the phone

The fuck is you on?