"Heavy" lyrics
(Izzie B productions)
Ay, man, turn me up, man
Got my nigga in this bitch, boy, we smoking boof all day, nigga
Boofed up, nigga
Carti, nigga, uh (2900 in this bitch)
Yo (Skrrt, damn)
(And I fuck that bitch, you know I get this money, ay)
(Skrrt)
Lean (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
(Ay, ay)
Playboi Carti (Skrrt)
(Carti 678, bitch, we popping)
Yeah, what up?
Ay, damn
Uh, yeah (Damn)
My iPhone white and my bitch too (Hello?)
It's 678, who the fuck is you? Uh (Who the fuck is you?)
I'm all about my team, I'm all about this green (All about this green)
Serve a couple fiends then we clear the scene, uh (We clear the scene)
Baby bottle lean, your lady off a bean (A bean)
She laying beside the G, she tryna let me squeeze, damn (Carti)
True Religion jeans, my Vans say Supreme (Supreme)
Uh, her head game mean, just don't touch her weave, uh (No)
Fugazi-ass niggas think they own shit (No, no, uh)
I'm trying to tell these niggas, bitch, we been did it, uh (Yeah)
Finger-fuck the cunt, ten racks a month (Goddamn, yeah)
Smoking on this blunt, I ain't stressing nothing (Goddamn, yeah)
If an opp' pull me over I'ma rob him up, uh (ay)
Or duct-tape his mouth, shut that nigga up, yeah (Damn, ay)
They lying about the streets, ain't seen you on the block (How?)
Keep talking like you 'bout it, we gon' have to mop (Bow, pussy)
Leave you boys bloody, you gon' need a mop (Oh, damn, wow)
She gon' ride this dick 'cause she know what I'm about (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got a pint of lean, Xans by the ounce, uh (Yeah)
I keep this shit live, they say I run the South, damn (Yeah)
They want that old Carti, fuck that old Carti (Yeah)
Bitch, I glowed up, tell my mom that I'm sorry, damn
Bitch, I'm in the 'Rari (Goddamn)
My lingo retarded (My lingo retarded, Goddamn, skrrt)
She tweaking off a molly, man, come get your shawty, damn (Come get your shawty, damn)
Xannies, Xannies, leaning heavy
I can't stay steady
Kush coma, why you on that reggie? Damn
Xannies, Xannies (Uh)
Bitch, I'm leaning heavy (Leaning heavy)
Xannies, Xannies (Damn)
Bitch, I'm leaning heavy (Yeah, yeah, leaning heavy)
Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie? (On that Reggie? Yeah)
Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie? (Carti)
Xannies, Xannies (ay)
Bitch, I'm leaning heavy (Yeah, Playboi Carti)
Xannies, Xannies
Bitch, I'm leaning heavy (Playboi Carti)
Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie? (Damn)
Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie? (Goddamn)
Xannies (Xannies)
Xannies (Xannies)
Bitch, I'm leaning heavy (Goddamn)
Xannies, Xannies
Bitch, I'm leaning heavy (Goddamn)
Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie? (Goddamn)
Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie? (ay. Goddamn. Goddamn)
Carti, damn, Carti
Damn
Yo
Lean, Playboi Carti
Yeah
Lean, damn
Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, ay, skrrt-skrrt
Skrrt, Carti
Yeah, yeah, ay
Ay, man, turn me up, man
Got my nigga in this bitch, boy, we smoking boof all day, nigga
Boofed up, nigga
Carti, nigga, uh (2900 in this bitch)
Yo (Skrrt, damn)
(And I fuck that bitch, you know I get this money, ay)
(Skrrt)
Lean (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
(Ay, ay)
Playboi Carti (Skrrt)
(Carti 678, bitch, we popping)
Yeah, what up?
Ay, damn
Uh, yeah (Damn)
My iPhone white and my bitch too (Hello?)
It's 678, who the fuck is you? Uh (Who the fuck is you?)
I'm all about my team, I'm all about this green (All about this green)
Serve a couple fiends then we clear the scene, uh (We clear the scene)
Baby bottle lean, your lady off a bean (A bean)
She laying beside the G, she tryna let me squeeze, damn (Carti)
True Religion jeans, my Vans say Supreme (Supreme)
Uh, her head game mean, just don't touch her weave, uh (No)
Fugazi-ass niggas think they own shit (No, no, uh)
I'm trying to tell these niggas, bitch, we been did it, uh (Yeah)
Finger-fuck the cunt, ten racks a month (Goddamn, yeah)
Smoking on this blunt, I ain't stressing nothing (Goddamn, yeah)
If an opp' pull me over I'ma rob him up, uh (ay)
Or duct-tape his mouth, shut that nigga up, yeah (Damn, ay)
They lying about the streets, ain't seen you on the block (How?)
Keep talking like you 'bout it, we gon' have to mop (Bow, pussy)
Leave you boys bloody, you gon' need a mop (Oh, damn, wow)
She gon' ride this dick 'cause she know what I'm about (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got a pint of lean, Xans by the ounce, uh (Yeah)
I keep this shit live, they say I run the South, damn (Yeah)
They want that old Carti, fuck that old Carti (Yeah)
Bitch, I glowed up, tell my mom that I'm sorry, damn
Bitch, I'm in the 'Rari (Goddamn)
My lingo retarded (My lingo retarded, Goddamn, skrrt)
She tweaking off a molly, man, come get your shawty, damn (Come get your shawty, damn)
Xannies, Xannies, leaning heavy
I can't stay steady
Kush coma, why you on that reggie? Damn
Xannies, Xannies (Uh)
Bitch, I'm leaning heavy (Leaning heavy)
Xannies, Xannies (Damn)
Bitch, I'm leaning heavy (Yeah, yeah, leaning heavy)
Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie? (On that Reggie? Yeah)
Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie? (Carti)
Xannies, Xannies (ay)
Bitch, I'm leaning heavy (Yeah, Playboi Carti)
Xannies, Xannies
Bitch, I'm leaning heavy (Playboi Carti)
Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie? (Damn)
Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie? (Goddamn)
Xannies (Xannies)
Xannies (Xannies)
Bitch, I'm leaning heavy (Goddamn)
Xannies, Xannies
Bitch, I'm leaning heavy (Goddamn)
Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie? (Goddamn)
Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie? (ay. Goddamn. Goddamn)
Carti, damn, Carti
Damn
Yo
Lean, Playboi Carti
Yeah
Lean, damn
Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, ay, skrrt-skrrt
Skrrt, Carti
Yeah, yeah, ay
Writer(s): Jordan Terrell Carter, Cameron Pitts
