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Heavyweight
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Heavyweight was released on August 8, 2026 by Big Smoke as a part of the album Heavyweight - Single
August 8, 2026
LabelBig Smoke
LanguageEnglish
BPM89
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

2 tone ran it up so I gotta do the same
I was raised in the streets so I gotta play the game
762 hit a life switch if u playing
It’s time to play bitch don’t u hyperventilate bitch
Heavyweight
I’ll take this gas straight to the face
Like yo baby momma
when she get bobbing for a taste
She don’t bob for apples
She pop her asshole for the jakes
This that new make, that new new
the type to make yo patna flake
Spitting out this metal type of sound to make yo body shake
Imma hand away
Shake on it n make em Harlem shake
I’m not the type to play
N if I’m fucking on Ur bae pussy just know we prolly fake bitch
N that’s on gang bitch
Keep telling me I'm lit I'm just beginning as a artist
Im the type to tease yo bitch while she off to her new collage
In school was never C+ in the streets might be the smartest
Everybody said I would make it might just be the farthest
Nba wasn’t the dream but the way that I been balling
I could never be a broke again could never wake up stalling
So im picking up that phone if I ever get that call in
know that im the best out the p so im all in
Bitch you know I’m all in if I ever picked that phone up
All a sudden I’m the man since 4PF n bitches going nuts
Trynna call my momma like we in this bitch n going dumb
At the same time call my doc like I need sum more to go numb
Blowing up
Sum of em gone never that that we would post em
Had a hard life just made sure that we was grown up
Left wrist, Heavy diamonds
Heavy hand, Poring up
Bitch you know I’m brrrd up
Heavyweight
I’ll take this gas straight to the face
Like yo baby momma
when she get bobbing for a taste
She don’t bob for apples
She pop her asshole for the jakes
This that new make, that new new
the type to make yo patna flake
Spitting out this metal type of sound to make yo body shake
Imma hand away
Shake on it n make em Harlem shake
I’m not the type to play
N if I’m fucking on Ur bae pussy just know we prolly fake bitch
N that’s on gang bitch
Face taps, you never slid for those face tats
Stay strapped, in my hood I’m like the state tax
Maybach, 5 percent N I'm still laying back
Riding wit a spray can
Half used Ajax
Switch fully seated n sedated em, no breath
I’m trynna bank the bank n leave my family, wit no debt
Bow flex, Im upping iron fuck a regret
25 to life cause I ain’t talking bout no secrets
What the fuck you talking bout when you talking bout the sequence
Bleed it I Get a check n I clean it
Don’t be talking to me when you don't mean it
I’m simply the best I’m undefeated
West coast flow I know u peep it
I’m from the 559 it’s up n heated
So when you step in the city u best be creeping
I ain’t killer lil bitch but I been feigning
Written by: Jeffery Garrett
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