Heavy

Too busy even makin' hits to even give a f*ck I can never worry boutta bitch f*ck that ho Damn my brothers gettin' lit at the function But I got work tomorrow and I don't wanna go Bro I'm all about that bag like a fuckin' fein Yes I'm all about that blue, methamphetamine I been tryna run it up stack up all my cheese I been tryna blow us up takin' all my team All these bitches full of lust and they don't fuckin want me But I'm the same as them so don't feel fucking sorry I'm sure they say"I can't trust what he fuckin' tells me I'm sure he only wants to be inside my belly" Shawty what's your phone number let me get your celly Why don't you slide to the crib n we can watch some telly Only slide in your crib if you fucking let me We not even watching TV we just breathing heavy Breathing heavy Breathing heavy Breathing heavy, yuh Too much za got me fucked up got me breathing heavy Too much za in the whip got it stinkin, smelly NYC shawty damn she fine as f*ck Damn her cheeks rosy like a flower bud Tryna geek with shawty off that flower yuh You tryna get to know me quite surprising yuh Bout my bacon, egg, n cheese like a fucking Deli By the corner smoking weed, yeah we smokin' reggie Tinted window limousine movin' like the Presi Fully loaded magazine yeah it's fuckin' heavy Fuckin' heavy Fuckin' heavy Fuckin' heavy Yeah fuckin' heavy Fuckin' heavy Fuckin' heavy Fuckin' heavy