Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heavy, artist - Audio Push. Date of issue: 19.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Heavy |
| Oh man man man man |
| We about to go on tour |
| That should be pretty cool |
| My nigga |
| I’m with Maco and Ducko |
| Tell Ducko when we hit the A I need hoes by the bus load |
| But only the freaks they’re like women |
| Their thumbs in their butt-hole |
| I told you I’m cut-throat |
| (Don't judge though) |
| My East Coast girls love to inhale dutch smoke |
| Respect, the real niggas give me the upmost |
| This shit gon' catch the internet as soon as it upload |
| I trust no |
| Women or men |
| Who make demands but don’t come with a plan |
| Off brands must run in your fam |
| Cause you think you a man with that gun in your hand |
| Stupid |
| (I'm a man without it) |
| Friday boy, you on your Craig shit |
| It’s Friday nigga and I’m on craigslist |
| Cause I’m bored as shit and I wanna buy something |
| Having flashbacks, with my cousins |
| In the mall broke, I couldn’t buy nothing |
| Now we got it popping got it live jumping |
| But I been waiting like my ride coming |
| And my ride bumping at the traffic light |
| Webbie on, banging Savage Life |
| If my money there in that package right |
| It’s about to be a gladis night |
| I pull up on her, walk in the room |
| She asking, for rough sex |
| You pull up on her, y’all in the room |
| She asking, is it up yet? |
| We ain’t the same nigga, 'nuff said |
| Oh let me guess, you got up next |
| Well I don’t care, I’m in the in the present moment |
| And this a wrap like when those presents open |
| Time to kill the game, any last words? |
| You hit the hood |
| You won’t get a pass |
| You’ll be lucky even to get the password |
| To the wifi, my niggas crash nerds |
| Two rules, Rule number one |
| Before you pass herb, nigga ash first |
| And number two before you steal my flow |
| I’d appreciate it if you asked first |
| All my soldiers is ready |
| You know all my soldiers is ready |
| Benjis on benjis is heavy |
| Man, Benjis on benjis is heavy |
| I’d never sell my soul for the dough |
| Let them know |
| Dumb clean, yeah I’m dumb clean |
| Used to walk, now I run things |
| I seen every whip they tryna make us quit |
| But I never switched, I got one team |
| And we ball out, it’s time to board now |
| I’m just living plans that I draw out |
| And my girl be tripping like it can’t be different |
| I could get a mistress with a call now |
| But I’m chilling out, I put my phone down |
| Gotta get it cause they bluffing out here |
| Turning nothing into something out here |
| Cause our trap is booming beaming bunking out here |
| Lot of bitches, sorry |
| Lot of women |
| But just find your one cause it ain’t nothing out here |
| They claim they modelling on seven bottles |
| But in actuality they fucking out here |
| (Drop that shit) |
| All of my soldiers is ready |
| You know all my soldiers is ready |
| So cross my line if you want to |
| Just make sure you know where you heading |
| I keep real ones in my section |
| It’s only real ones in the section |
| (Only the real) |
| So if you ain’t here don’t get upset |
| But you probably ain’t get accepted |
| Kevin Gates, I don’t get tired |
| I get high, then I get inspired |
| I take my mind, then I get inside it |
| I get beats, audio piling |
| And I make my beats neat, auto-pilot |
| You see what I did there? |
| I’m on my shit |
| Get on your side, cause I’m with my clique |
| And fuck a hater nigga, they sing my shit |
| Watch |
| I’m living like diamonds, perfect |
| Went from mobbing to merching |
| From all that work I went from silent to quoted |
| Quotients coming bitch we good, over here |
| what you looking at dear? |
| Causing explosions, orgasm in ear |
| I came to rumble leave a few contusions |
| And these rappers average with some grand delusions |
| In the game like a home intrusion |
| I want everything in the restitution |
| Fuck the mule, I’m a act a ass |
| This is execution, slightly retribution |
| Cause it’s peons in here tryna play the music |
| But still play the music |
| Getting blazed in Munich |
| Bitch you major rubick |
| I been making movies |
| I’m like Stanley Kubrick |
| Taking baths with 20s |
| Bitch so therapeutic |
| See the planet |
| Tryna copy movements |
| We 'gon convolute it |
| Leave their chances putrid |
| I could kill acoustic |
| Nigga fuck the woofers |
| Base decisions on the fact we winning |
| We the hottest truly and they hardly human |
| They like OG mac can rap I hardly knew it |
| Cause you slightly stupid |
| Or opinionated |
| Fuck assimilations and these imitations |
| They can’t replicate it |
| This is innovation |
| 'fore I take it |
| Commas get eradicated |
| Fuck some simple drama |
| Trap dilapidated |
| But them junkies coming |
| Now I’m selling records and they celebrating |
| Seem so simple but it’s complicated |
| Cause my name is hungry and the streets is warming |
| So by summer said I need a syndicated |
| All these wins and losses got us motivated |
| Fuck your frustration and irritation |
| Cause we planted seeds and |
| Did the irrigation |
| Now it’s illustrated like Adobe made it |
| Infatuated with these extra racks |
| Never fuck with lames |
| Just a culmination of the conversation that a pimp has |
| Now you antiquated, been trash |
| Just a mitigated never sell my soul for the Ben Franklins |