Heavy lyrics - Playboi Carti

My iPhone white, and my bitch too

It's 6-7-8, who the fuck is you?

I'm all about my team, I'm all about this green

Serve a couple fiends, then we clear the scene

Baby buy the lean, your lady off a bean

She laying beside the G, she trying to let me squeeze

True Religion jeans, my Vans say Supreme

Her head game mean, just don't touch her weave

Fugazi ass niggas think they own shit

I'm trying to tell these niggas, bitch we been did it

Finger fuck the cunt, 10 racks a month

Smoking on this blunt, I ain't stressing nothing

If a opp pull me over, I'm a rob him up

Or duct tape his mouth, shut that nigga up

They lying about the streets, ain't seen you on the block

Keep talking like you bout it, we gone have to mob

Leave you boys bloody, you gone need a mop

She gone ride this dick, cause she know what I'm about

I got a pint of lean, Xans by the ounce

I keep this shit live, they say I run the South

They want that old Carti, fuck that old Carti

Bitch I glo'd up, tell my mom that I'm sorry

Bitch I'm in the rari, my lingo retarded

She tweaking off a molly, man come get your shawty

Xannies, Xannies leaning heavy

I can't stay steady

Kush coma, why you on that reggie?

Xannies, Xannies

Bitch I'm leaning heavy

Xannies, Xannies

Bitch I'm leaning heavy

Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie?

Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie?

Xannies, Xannies

Bitch I'm leaning heavy

Xannies, Xannies

Bitch I'm leaning heavy

Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie?

Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie?

Xannies, Xannies

Bitch I'm leaning heavy

Xannies, Xannies

Bitch I'm leaning heavy

Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie?

Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie?