Izze The Producer - Heavy lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti] [Verse 1: Playboi Carti] My iPhone white, and my b**h too It's 6-7-8, who the f** 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 a** n***as think they own sh** I'm trying to tell these n***as, b**h we been did it Finger f** the c*nt, 10 racks a month Smoking on this blunt, I ain't stressing nothing If a opp pull me over, I'ma rob him up Or duct tape his mouth, shut that n***a 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 sh** live, they say I run the South They want that old Carti, f** that old Carti b**h I glo'd up, tell my mom that I'm sorry b**h I'm in the rari, my lingo retarded She tweaking off a molly, man come get your shawty [Pre-Hook: Playboi Carti] Xannies, Xannies leaning heavy I can't stay steady Kush coma, why you on that reggie? [Hook: Playboi Carti] (x3) Xannies, Xannies b**h I'm leaning heavy Xannies, Xannies b**h I'm leaning heavy Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie? Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie?