Heavy

(альбом: Washington DZ - 2017)

Heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy
Glocks, heavy
Chops, heavy
Pros, heavy
Lows, heavy
Heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy
Lows, heavy
Pros, heavy
We don't fuck around
Don't fuck around
You niggas petty

Bitch get over here, you know who got that check
Dj play my song, I ain't stop raining yet
Fast Money Boys, you fucking with them maniacs
Take yo hoe you'll never get yo baby back
Do all my bitches wrong, I know I'm a get them back
I should be a pump around this bitch, they way I do these rats
I don't give a fuck about yo feelings, don't get them attached
Sliding up Plymouth, me and smoke in them hellcats
Bring em bell back
Big packages, I can't mail that
Vacuum seal that
Gotta make sure they can't smell that
I'm a real trapper, slash rapper
You a wack rapper
Make a diss song about them diamond
Have the boys snatch you

Heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy
Glocks, heavy
Chops, heavy
Pros, heavy
Lows, heavy
Heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy
Lows, heavy
Pros, heavy
We don't fuck around
Don't fuck around
You niggas petty

I got some niggas on the 7, riding round with Mack 11s
I'll have a dirty nigga hit you with a Smith n Wesson
Put 35 on yo back like that nigga Kevin
When I shoot
I hardly miss, like that nigga Stephen
Spit some shit around these kids
Bitch watch where you stepping
Fast Money, Turn Around
You know what I'm repping
On the road with Jr, bout to go get a package
Nigga I don't sit still, I make shit happen
If I don't get a mill soon, I'm a quit rapping
Still trapping
Still wake up, pouring 8 for breakfast
Still coming, but I'm in the streets
Yeah, I'm still running
Keep my young dog next to me, cause he gone kill something

Heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy
Glocks, heavy
Chops, heavy
Pros, heavy
Lows, heavy
Heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy
Lows, heavy
Pros, heavy
We don't fuck around
Don't fuck around
You niggas petty