I'm Heavy

Uh, I mean you ain't even gotta ask about me nigga You just walk up to a mothafucka and they just tell you bout me nigga Whole name ain't gotta come out your mouth, niggas already know They have 50 cents for you [Verse 1: Jon Connor] Uh, look, boss shit, the code that I live by Finally made it, every nigga in the crib by Bad bitches, every chick up in the crib bi You fuckin clown, I'mma show you how to live life Uh, all this hard work done paid off This how you live when you don't take no fuckin days off Eyes red, studio I'm workin long shifts You beefin over hoes, you fuckin with the wrong bitch Yeah, real nigga chronicles I tell the vamanos, now they fallin' like dominoes I'm everywhere, lookin for me like tryin to find a ghost She give me brain like this ho is on the honor roll Real shit, my life been on some ill shit Since Mo Cleaves told me nigga go and kill shit So give me life for this shit I write, lock me up Sit back and watch me, Maserati pick the bodies up [HOOK] I'm heavy, I'm heavy, I'm heavy in this biatch I'm heavy, I'm heavy, I'm heavy on them hoes I'm heavy, I'm heavy, I'm heavy in this biatch I'm heavy, I'm heavy, I'm heavy on them hoes So Fli-City, Fli-City, to the back, lets get it I wake up and grind hard everyday I'm heavy, I'm heavy, I'm heavy in this biatch I'm heavy, I'm heavy, I'm heavy on them hoes [Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.] ???? on my feet, Fred Flinstone Ridin through the Flint homes, the windows down with no tints on They don't know me like Jon B, then I pulled up with Jon C Went to the club and popped that Dom P, I'm a king, like ???? And everywhere I go I'm heavy, big ol chain and its heavy Pulled up in that Chevy, movin D, rest in peace to Heavy Money talkin, comin' quick fast Ride so fast, give you whiplash You ain't bout gettin money, betta go on wit your bitch ass I round em up, round em up, bts she's down to fuck This white girl she sees dts, says what's that, she says down to suck Yeah, lets get it, wear a snapback with that fitted Don't matter man, wherever man, I'm gonna represent for my city Mistah F.A.B. up out of that Oakland Please don't think that I'm joking Yeah that molly got em rolling People bust you in the open Yeah, I fuck with shooters hired Reggie And you don't want these problems boy, cuz you ain't rollin' heavy [HOOK] [Verse 3: Jon Connor] See now, these niggas is hatin and all these hoes they be watchin I hit my folks out in Cali they told me lets get it poppin Lame niggas be blockin because they bitches be jockin Killin rappers is easy cuz most these niggas is garbage I call em son of a bitches, but I blame that on they fathers Now every city them hoes makin it clap, they applaud us I hope my momma forgive me, I'm hittin somebody daughter They be looking for ballers in VIP with the starters Shit, I'm heavy out here, they don't know what to call it Time is money my nigga, why the fuck is you stallin? Traded paper for plastic, shit won't fit in my wallet Two bad bitches, ass sick, call that shit a men-nauseus Wanna roll with the bosses, see the club where I work So spread your legs in the office, so why the fuck is we talkin? Me and my nigga Mistah F.A.B. grindin hard to get it Now we livin every minute and don't know nothin different, BITCH [HOOK]