Heavy
Yeah
Game you ready?
Everything heavy
Aye
Pull up heavy
(Pull up heavy)
My pockets stay heavy
(Pockets stay heavy)
Slide to the bank
(Slide to the bank)
Bank account heavy
(Bank account heavy)
My wrist game heavy
(Heavy)
Your neck game heavy
(Heavy)
Yeah I wanna hit
(Yeah I want to)
Your baby gon' let me
(Uh uh)
Pulled up heavy
(Real heavy)
She said J come through
(I came)
That culo heavy
(Real heavy)
I'm gona come right right through
(Yee)
It's been a minute
I'm back in the city
(Oh yeah)
Rollin through east los
Smoking that leaf
(Phew)
Everyday now got a new baddie
(Yee)
She rubbing my belly
She shaking that chevy
I'm throwing that feti
She keeping it going
They shooting confetti
My life is a movie
Might end up on Getty
She calling me Papi
But I'm not her daddy
Go for a ride
We hop on the jetty
She hop on my
(Woo)
She keepin it steady
It's sounding real sticky
Like moving spaghetti
She can't get enough
And i'm giving her plenty
Give her the Louis
She gimme the gooey
New day
New spot
I'm gona still order my 2 shots
(Shot Shot)
You still living off coupons
Hating on me for too long
Your girl slurping on me like it's oolong
Smoking OG
And i'm too gone
Couldn't give a fuck what you on
Look here listen
Notice the difference
I'm cooking it up
With no chef in the kitchen
Pull up heavy
(Pull up heavy)
My pockets stay heavy
(Pockets stay heavy)
Slide to the bank
(Slide to the bank)
Bank account heavy
(Bank account heavy)
My wrist game heavy
(Heavy)
Your neck game heavy
(Heavy)
Yeah I wanna hit
(Yeah I want to)
Your baby gon' let me
(Uh uh)
Ese tipo mujer me gustan
Una que todos le buscan
I'm bout to get to the punto
Un culito rondita
Mamacita eres tan bonita
Baby love me cause my pockets pesado
How she walking looking just like a model
Give me some besos
Ja ja
No one do it like latinas
Big boy bout to get a emmy
(woo)
Big hellcat or a hemi
(Errr)
Big bankroll I'm wealthy
All black drip I'm stealthy
Hold on baby you sexy
Throw that back come bless me
Have a good time no stressing
Baby that body a blessing
She a little freak with her best friend
Love when you naughty when we texting
Big booty benz she flexing
Hits me up late for the session
On the boulavard east los
(east los)
Palm trees and low lows west coast
(west coast)
Smoking with the game and my cholos
Candy apple red in the new ghost
Pull up heavy
(Pull up heavy)
My pockets stay heavy
(Pockets stay heavy)
Slide to the bank
(Slide to the bank)
Bank account heavy
(Bank account heavy)
My wrist game heavy
(Heavy)
Your neck game heavy
(Heavy)
Yeah I wanna hit
(Yeah I want to)
Your baby gon' let me
(Uh uh)
Let me talk to em
I pull up heavy
Drop top Chevy
Hopping out on niggas with the drac out
Tell em what the cake bout
When there's money on the floor
Tell the killers bring the rakes out
I spin the block with my shooters
See how them killers maneuver
We be moving like maneuvers
We be holding 45's and rugers
I got baguette's on my neck
I got baguettes on my wrist
I got a tech ridin' shotgun
Yeah life is a bitch
I don't trust niggas
I don't trust bitches
Nigga I might not trust God
He let my brother die in my arms
So there's no remorse when the tec flies
(Yeah)
Game you ready?
Everything heavy
Aye
Pull up heavy
(Pull up heavy)
My pockets stay heavy
(Pockets stay heavy)
Slide to the bank
(Slide to the bank)
Bank account heavy
(Bank account heavy)
My wrist game heavy
(Heavy)
Your neck game heavy
(Heavy)
Yeah I wanna hit
(Yeah I want to)
Your baby gon' let me
(Uh uh)
Pulled up heavy
(Real heavy)
She said J come through
(I came)
That culo heavy
(Real heavy)
I'm gona come right right through
(Yee)
It's been a minute
I'm back in the city
(Oh yeah)
Rollin through east los
Smoking that leaf
(Phew)
Everyday now got a new baddie
(Yee)
She rubbing my belly
She shaking that chevy
I'm throwing that feti
She keeping it going
They shooting confetti
My life is a movie
Might end up on Getty
She calling me Papi
But I'm not her daddy
Go for a ride
We hop on the jetty
She hop on my
(Woo)
She keepin it steady
It's sounding real sticky
Like moving spaghetti
She can't get enough
And i'm giving her plenty
Give her the Louis
She gimme the gooey
New day
New spot
I'm gona still order my 2 shots
(Shot Shot)
You still living off coupons
Hating on me for too long
Your girl slurping on me like it's oolong
Smoking OG
And i'm too gone
Couldn't give a fuck what you on
Look here listen
Notice the difference
I'm cooking it up
With no chef in the kitchen
Pull up heavy
(Pull up heavy)
My pockets stay heavy
(Pockets stay heavy)
Slide to the bank
(Slide to the bank)
Bank account heavy
(Bank account heavy)
My wrist game heavy
(Heavy)
Your neck game heavy
(Heavy)
Yeah I wanna hit
(Yeah I want to)
Your baby gon' let me
(Uh uh)
Ese tipo mujer me gustan
Una que todos le buscan
I'm bout to get to the punto
Un culito rondita
Mamacita eres tan bonita
Baby love me cause my pockets pesado
How she walking looking just like a model
Give me some besos
Ja ja
No one do it like latinas
Big boy bout to get a emmy
(woo)
Big hellcat or a hemi
(Errr)
Big bankroll I'm wealthy
All black drip I'm stealthy
Hold on baby you sexy
Throw that back come bless me
Have a good time no stressing
Baby that body a blessing
She a little freak with her best friend
Love when you naughty when we texting
Big booty benz she flexing
Hits me up late for the session
On the boulavard east los
(east los)
Palm trees and low lows west coast
(west coast)
Smoking with the game and my cholos
Candy apple red in the new ghost
Pull up heavy
(Pull up heavy)
My pockets stay heavy
(Pockets stay heavy)
Slide to the bank
(Slide to the bank)
Bank account heavy
(Bank account heavy)
My wrist game heavy
(Heavy)
Your neck game heavy
(Heavy)
Yeah I wanna hit
(Yeah I want to)
Your baby gon' let me
(Uh uh)
Let me talk to em
I pull up heavy
Drop top Chevy
Hopping out on niggas with the drac out
Tell em what the cake bout
When there's money on the floor
Tell the killers bring the rakes out
I spin the block with my shooters
See how them killers maneuver
We be moving like maneuvers
We be holding 45's and rugers
I got baguette's on my neck
I got baguettes on my wrist
I got a tech ridin' shotgun
Yeah life is a bitch
I don't trust niggas
I don't trust bitches
Nigga I might not trust God
He let my brother die in my arms
So there's no remorse when the tec flies
(Yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Jovan Cornejo
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