Too busy even makin' hits to even give a fuck
I can never worry boutta bitch fuck that ho
Damn my brothers gettin' lit at the function
But I got work tomorrow and I don't wanna go
Bro I'm all about that bag like a fuckin' fein
Yes I'm all about that blue, methamphetamine
I been tryna run it up stack up all my cheese
I been tryna blow us up takin' all my team
All these bitches full of lust and they don't fuckin want me
But I'm the same as them so don't feel fucking sorry
I'm sure they say"I can't trust what he fuckin' tells me
I'm sure he only wants to be inside my belly"
Shawty what's your phone number let me get your celly
Why don't you slide to the crib n we can watch some telly
Only slide in your crib if you fucking let me
We not even watching TV we just breathing heavy
Breathing heavy
Breathing heavy
Breathing heavy, yuh
Too much za got me fucked up got me breathing heavy
Too much za in the whip got it stinkin, smelly
NYC shawty damn she fine as fuck
Damn her cheeks rosy like a flower bud
Tryna geek with shawty off that flower yuh
You tryna get to know me quite surprising yuh
Bout my bacon, egg, n cheese like a fucking Deli
By the corner smoking weed, yeah we smokin' reggie
Tinted window limousine movin' like the Presi
Fully loaded magazine yeah it's fuckin' heavy
Fuckin' heavy
Fuckin' heavy
Fuckin' heavy
Yeah fuckin' heavy
Fuckin' heavy
Fuckin' heavy
Fuckin' heavy
