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