V.F. Heavy

(albüm: Heavy - 2015)

Bitch Ima hot boy
She left you for me but don't be mad because you not boy
In my strap, I trust I cannot get got, boy
In the trap we trust but you will never see that spot boy
I'm feeling very fucking heavy
Very fucking heavy
And I'm peeling very fucking heavy
Very fucking heavy
I mob very fucking heavy
Very fucking heavy
You'll get robbed very fucking heavy
Very fucking heavy

Came up performing him
Don't trust a soul I am armed with my hammer
Never felt so damn cold never felt so God damn cold
Take your shit all like I was cold
Rockstar lifestyle might not make it
Serving re-rock cause I knew he gonna take it
Say that she love me I heard that I save it
Dirt like my cup is muddy
You pourin henny then I'm Kid Cudi
I was so sad when that bitch had dumped me
I am so happy that bitch had dumped me
Everybody wanna be just like the next nigga
But I'm next nigga
With no regrets nigga
House on the hills call me Tommy hill-nigga
Tommy in the crib to protect my six figures
Lucky number seven got em praying for my niggas
He friend shaped eight with an hourglass figure
That's 678 where I stay can you hear us
Fuck niggas contemplating on the young niggas
Two styrofoam cups [?]
Mario mushroom a young nigga growed up
Surfin on purple a young nigga poured up
If it cash lingo I might just show up
Pussy nigga do not dick with us
Pussy nigga do not eat with us
Pussy niggas cannot team with us
Pussy nigga cannot speak with us
Talkin shit on the south side get your mouth wired
Talkin shit on the north get them tubes tied
Talkin shit on the west, best have on a vest
Talking shit in the east hope you came with your set

Bitch Ima hot boy
She left you for me but don't be mad because you not boy
In my strap I trust I cannot get got boy
In the trap we trust but you will never see that spot boy
I'm feeling very fucking heavy
Very fucking heavy
And I'm pealing very fucking heavy
Very fucking heavy
I mob very fucking heavy
Very fucking heavy
You'll get robbed very fucking heavy
Very fucking heavy