Trapbabyhienest - Heavyweight

The last hoe was posta be blue but that bitch was grey
My phone going so fucking ape took it anyway
They a pay a lil more you get em close to the interstate
Forty for a turkey nigga make a thanksgiving plate

Plug sent me three hundreds round he a heavyweight
Told me stop buying diamonds buy me some real-estate
But that don't really matter if they take the shit anyway
Nigga Tell on us bet we send em to heavens gate

Nigga say he got some izz I'm asking em what it take
A lightskin crazy ass nigga like kevin gates
Ask them real niggas from the city I'm who they play
Ask my lil niggas from the city I'm really gang

Had some addresses so they sent em they really came
Beat a ham nigga out his socks like pooti tang
Send ya mans back in a box like gucci mane
Ion like ya bitch i just like how her booty hang

Put her on the beach sent her back wit her coochi hanging
Put her on the road sent her back wit a gucci bracelet
Brought it to me raw sent it back wit a boosie fade
Ion like trish i gotta pour it in lemonade

Nigga said he want a pizza met em at minute made
I know I'm talking over niggas head let it marinate
Put it in the plunger let it sit let it serenade
These niggas talk this tough shit and hide behind barricades

I can't even hear these niggas like i need earagated
Nigga told his whole life story in interrogation
Bitch keep asking for chanel I'm irritated
I just spilled a thousand dollar cup I'm aggravated

I aint really tripping bout the money I'm elevated
A pent house top sweet floor wit the elevator
Cuban seven hundred grams nigga thats hella paper
First time i popped a nigga up at the feeling station

I can get em in right now get em gone today
Nigga thats a statement that aint no fucking nda
Ballin on these niggas like i played for the Nba
Ion know you niggas who the fuck is you anyway

Goofy ass nigga got his head all penetrated
Early in the mourning but I'm looking for medication
You can keep ya love bitch give me ya dedication
Every time a opp die i swear its a celebration

Hit the cup twice dosed off like I'm meditating
Trap scriptures head to toe nigga we really made it
Drove em back from texas hit ohio we really made it
Bitch think she gods gift I'm knowing she really basic

Niggas say they love me but I'm knowing they really hating
Fifty for a chicken nigga aint no negotiation
I know them people on them niggas aint no association

Written by:
Floyd Simms

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