Heavy

I really been lookin' for peace, I ran the streets already
I just met the bitch, she wanna sneak and geek already
She don't wanna come off as a freak, but she wanna eat me already
Can't even tuck my bling 'cause that .30 round clip so heavy

I really wouldn't made it up out that curb, fuck niggas really got nerve
Drinking on syrup, I'm slurring my words, but I'm still on alert
I put that blick inside her purse, AP isn't hers
I got a new money, she's a perp, made that off of verse
Baby, come here, let me show you somethin'
I'ma give it to you like I owe you somethin'

Shooters in here with loaded guns
I'ma shoot 'em myself when there's more than one
I been on Nina Percocet, but I'm gettin' that cheese, that Parmesan
Say you ain't get them turkeys yet, then I'm takin' that trip to Arkansas
I'ma feel fuck all of y'all, I'm in the trap with Molly Rocks
She suck me like lollipops, another Perc and another body drop
Mess with me, argue when I'm in the trap

I give me a brick and karate chop
I told myself I'm puttin' that work 'cause I need that crack that Lil Yachty got
Rollie on, but I'm a padded guy
Day I die, all the Maddox fly
Like, how the fuck I went and ran up a honey but
I ain't even signed no dotted line

Fake lil' bitch, I thought he kind
Mind your business, I'm minding mine
Niggas be working them nine-to-fives
I was out chill hitting them nine-to-nines

I really been looking for peace, I ran the streets already
I just met the bitch, she won't sneak at geek already
She don't wanna come off as a freak, but she wanna eat me already
Can't even tuck my blick 'cause that .30 round clip so heavy

I really been looking for peace, I ran the streets already
I just met the bitch, she won't sneak at geek already
She don't wanna come off as a freak, but she wanna eat me already
Can't even talk my blick 'cause that .30 round clip so heavy

I came to the blick 'cause the clip on me heavy
She popped the molly, she told me she ready
I'm out in Berlin, that party gets dirty
I ride out to Harlem, my New York go wetty

Flew back to Florida, made love in Miami
Before she the only fan, she was just dancin'
I hit the road to them chances
I'm tryna get mama that mansion

I'm on exotic, it's real
Exotic her with me, her body still real
She thinkin' hell, I'ma cop the lil' feel
Her boyfriend still trippin', we droppin' for real

No guns in my videos, all of my niggas, they got 'em for real
Designer trappin', I label my body, but I hit the road with no deal
Watch how she throw that shit back, she got a arch of her stance
I know she feel it, I'm deep in her reels
I know when she fuck me, she fuck me with skill

I grip on her neck like I go for the kill
Her friends tryna go, I'ma tell her to chill
She get aggressive when she off the pill
I run no money, but she chase her through