[Intro]
What's In That Bag Boy?
[Chorus: Roonchi]
B***h we here to set the record straight
Check the name in the streets that shit Heavyweight
Don’t give a fuck what competitors say
Check the numbers check them charts that shit heavyweight
That shit heavyweight, that shit heavyweight
Check the name in the streets that shit heavyweight
Don't give a fuck what competitors say
Check the numbers check them charts that shit HEAVYWEIGHT
[Verse 1:Dimez]
These n****s just front like they don't know
That we in it for the dough
This like the 6ers, 98. My n****s gotta move the snow
And I never trusted bitches so I gotta play them close
And they love me any city, any borough, any cost
Talking crazy bout the gang, roonchi aiming through the scope
[Verse 2:Roonchi]
Be we heavy finna set it off like Cleo with this Desi
Brand new presi VV’s drippin like I broke the fucking levy
Fighting cases keep my lips zipped like my face is Guiseppi HA!
Backpack the gang you know we litty
Golf club is hanging out the glizzy
Yeah that clip long as shit (yeh)
I can shoot long as shit (bbllddtt)
[Verse 3: Dimez]
We gon let off this clip
Semi be barking b***h
AIM for the target b***h
Shells on ya carpet b***h
[Chorus: Roonchi]
B***h we here to set the record straight
Check the name in the streets that shit Heavyweight
Don't give a fuck what competitors say
Check the numbers check them charts that shit heavyweight
That shit heavyweight, that shit heavyweight
Check the name in the streets that shit heavyweight
Don't give a fuck what competitors say
Check the numbers check them charts that shit HEAVYWEIGHT
[Verse 4: Roonchi]
Jeddah kick me out I went to go see if my man home
Ain't nobody answer so I went straight to that bando
Ain't no pillows ain't no sheets
Cold as fuck couldn't feel my feet
Roaches and rats I hear em creep
I couldn't even go to sleep!
[Verse 5: Dimez]
And my mama raised a beast
Coldest winters in the east
Got the shotti, black Denali
They gon hop out on your street
You would think it’s Farrakhan just how them n****s keep the peace
All my n****s young and hungry hope you ready for the feast
[Verse 6: Roonchi]
And my n****s young n winning hope you ready for defeat
You gon think I’m Nostradamus for this prophecy I speak
You gon have to run them comas if you want Roonchi on a feat
B***h I'm married to the streets cold hearted never cold feet (n***a)
[Chorus: Roonchi]
B***h we here to set the record straight
Check the name in the streets that shit Heavyweight
Don’t give a fuck what competitors say
Check the numbers check them charts that shit heavyweight
That shit heavyweight, that shit heavyweight
Check the name in the streets that shit heavyweight
Don't give a fuck what competitors say
Check the numbers check them charts that shit HEAVYWEIGHT