Heavy (Full Freestyle)

Yeah, huh Fuck around, make the bitch disappear Get my nut, I kick her out, I get her outta here Three hoes at a time, throw some musketeers I be junkie, I be hot, man in the mirror Pop a Xan, pop a Perc, then I disappear Too much stress up in the room, I get outta there Catch me with a red coat like I'm Paul Revere You would get shot down like a deer Freestyle flows like Michael Phelps Feel like MJ cause I'm feelin' myself Morphine, catch me killin' myself Goddamn, man, I think I need help Brand new bitch, brand new whip Brand new board, line up, trick Told my ex, suck a dick Babysit, swallow all my kids Vibe on that bitch, I don't write Freestyle while I'm high on that bitch So high, touch the sky in that bitch She gon' fuck her best friend, she go' Bi for this shit New swag, fuck that Goyard I went and bought a new bag, take the tags off I don't look at tags, bought your bitch a Birkin bag Just so you could take it back, boy, I know you need it Treat that bitch like the change, you could keep it I be changin' on these hoes for seasons Killin' shit and I don't even have a reason Like a maxi pad, boy, you be bleedin' Pussy boy, experience like vet, but I'm a rookie boy Sesame Street, that monster, I'm a cookie boy Thick lil' bitch, just like Snooki, boy, yeah Thumbin', bands, a million in my hand Thumbin' through them bands, a million in my hand All these niggas mad, they say I'm a hoe They say I did that because I sold my soul, well They could have it back, I ain't want it hoe Being a rich nigga made me run it hoe Look, pull up on the scene, ball like finger roll Eyes red, damn right, I'm smokin' on that demon hoe Gas, huh, ayy, Rari, I'ma start it, do the dash Uh, ayy, I'ma leave that bitch right in the past Countin' up the cash This a big gun, boy, you better get back Bobby Brown up in the booth, I swear I spit crack Designer on my body, baby, and it's mismatched I'ma crash, huh, woke up takin' drugs to the face Rob another plug, that's today I'ma leave yo' brains in my ashtray Take the shrooms, now I'm seein' shit sideways Have you drove high on the highway? Have you ever paid for the freeway? Member' hittin' stains up on eBay Now I'm buyin' houses with no rebate Yeah, yeah, ayy, let it happen I may go buy a house up in Calabasas Like a bunch of eggs, baby, we can get it crackin' And I keep one in the head, I ain't never lackin' Paint my nails, just to give these niggas hell Ayy, they think it's sweet, huh Had to paint my nails, just to give these niggas hell Probably think it's sweet, I'ma fuck they bitch in hell Rollin' OG, every day I'm goin' hell Fuck with police, hell nah, I'll never tell Ayy, huh, brand new whip, yeah Huh, brand new bitch, yeah Huh, I feel rich, yeah Huh, but I ain't shit yet Huh, brand new whip, yeah Huh, brand new bitch, yeah Huh, I feel rich, yeah Huh, but I ain't shit yet Uber everywhere like I'm Tokyo Ayy, she gon' chop the brick like it's Tokyo Ayy, pull up on the scene with a new pole I ain't Illuminati, baby, but I could take your soul Ayy, ayy, uh no, oh no, oh Pass that bitch, that's a giving-go .40 give a nigga kiss like a mistletoe Only shoot one time bitch She love the way I drip on it, ayy Ayy, I told that bitch to sit on it She said she love to ride dick, I told her get on it Ayy, 40 with a 30 for my opponents, yeah Look, I know she all on my phone Fell in love in a different time zone FaceTime, I don't got a iPhone Yeah, that's what I know Shorty make me suicidal Feel her all in my vitals She said she don't want a title She heard my songs on Tidal She said she feels entitled Ayy, Cupid got the rifle I get high so I don't have high hopes I know they gon' leave me lonely I could run it up and get it by my only She give me high hopes I am too high hoe Money make me suicidal, yeah, yeah, yeah Ayy, she get on her knees, but she not gon' pray for me Tell her play for keeps, get my nut and then I leave I'ma pass the rock, who I receive or you a sieve? Pull up on the scene, his bitch gon' swallow my seeds Ayy, I'm the man, you can't tell by now you blind Run up on him, kill him, then I may just run Take his bitch, I'll fuck that bitch from the behind Chiropractor with that mac, I'll crack your spine Walk around by myself I wonder where she's at I wonder if she's thinking bout me how I'm thinking bout her Is that a fact? If she's right next to me Uh-oh, oh she plays for me Uh-oh, I know they snakes to me Uh-oh, aight I got twins on my line, take 'em to the hotel Fuck 'em both, kick 'em both out, give them hoes Hell Yeah, they know me well My bitch bad just like Jessabelle, huh Knock them out, just like Holyfield, huh Off a pill I do-do, hold on, wait, off a pill I don't do that shit for trends, I do that 'cause it feel real 2013, I was still poppin' pills I remember they was calling me a cluck Now when they need the Perkys, I'm the one they hitting up That's what's up But I ain't finna share my drugs Like, I ain't finna share my love My shotgun is in the trunk Yeah, I'm down to share some slugs Got it out the mud Yeah, Oxycodone Put me in my zone, got me itchin' The fuck am I on in my kitchen? Momma came in and said "J, why you trippin?" Oxycodone The search goes on and on, for real, love I can't find it anywhere Yeah, I know I'm scared of real love I'm on drugs so it's not fair All I know is that they love to hate the one's that love hard All I know is that they love to hate the one's that love hard Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 19, I'm a multimillionaire They prolly wonder how the fuck I got here Cause I was damn near homeless last year I remember takin' clothes off the internet And if you had something on, I liked, then we was into that, huh Empty your pockets boy I need your wallet boy Don't make a word before we pop it boy, yeah Yeah, I used to skip school just to jug online, make them moves Now I'm in the studio, on my move, yeah Told her, check my steez, bitch Go ahead, get on your knees, bitch I know that you want to please, bitch After I hit, you gotta leave, bitch Go ahead, check my steez, bitch Go ahead, get on your knees, bitch Yeah, you gon' blegh and plead, yeah I'ma leave 'em mad, yeah Ayy, heard you got a man? Where your man at? Fuck that, where the Xans at? Fuck that, where the guns at? 'Cause you ain't really tryna see me with the hands, yeah Ayy, my crib a strip club Throwing bands and the bitches pick up dubs Smoking after zip, bitch, I don't do dubs Rip my heart out my chest, I don't do love Mix the Perc with the morphine, a new drug That's an outlet on my phone, I'm the new plug If you run up, you get hit with a few slugs Police come, I hide the body under new rugs Yeah, I'm a lil' kid, rug rat But I'm still on my grown man shit, man Yeah, pull up on the scene feelin' wicked Eeny meeny miny moe, the opps, I'ma pick 'em Yeah, tell that bitch to pose for a picture Black and mild-ass bitch, she look like a Swisher I don't got no time for these niggas or they bitches I don't got no time for these niggas or they bitches Why you trippin'? Ballin' like Scottie Pippen Pull up skrrt, in my Bugatti engine, leave em' on the curb I'm ballin' like a Celtic, baby, Larry Bird I shoot you in your mouth and now you lost for words Freestyle this shit, I'm bout the action I ain't even really talkin' bout a verb Green Bay with the shit, Pistol Packer Pull up on his ass, he won't say a word Absurd, that bitch'll get kicked like it's to the curb Uh, I'ma use his head as a centerpiece Deliver them bricks on delivery Twitter, they be beefin', don't mention me Cause if I find out where you live, the rest is history That's just what it is That bitch finna swallow all my kids Heard they wanna kill me, I'ma hollow all my tips Shoot him three times, then dip Ain't shooting him no more, it's alright Looking at my wrist, all gold like piss Everybody loves Juice, but hates Chris Everybody loves Juice, but hates Chris R. Kelly with it on that bitch, Molly pissed Pull up on the scene, tell that hoe to suck a dick Yeah, I'm so disrespectful Somethin' like my hair, bitch, I been feeling dreadful Somethin' like I care, bitch, nah, I got a head full I got a handful, of them Xans, fool I'm the man, ooh These other niggas going out sad Me? I came up on a bag Ksubi on my jean, I don't sag Fuck your bitch and then I give her back Niggas really going out sad Me? I just came up on a bag I'ma fuck the bitch from the back Just so that I brag Codeine in my cup, I think I drink too much I cut my middle finger off, I swear that I won't give a fuck That bitch on her knees, she give it up, just for me to live it up Pull up on the scene, my chopper tucked Nigga, that jig is up Freestyle, my flows too much Told you I don't give two fucks, uh Pull up on him with a white mask on me, feel like Ku Klux