Uh, I mean you ain't even gotta ask about me nigga

You just walk up to a mothafucka and they just tell you bout me nigga

Whole name ain't gotta come out your mouth, niggas already know

They have 50 cents for you

[Verse 1: Jon Connor]

Uh, look, boss shit, the code that I live by

Finally made it, every nigga in the crib by

Bad bitches, every chick up in the crib bi

You fuckin clown, I'mma show you how to live life

Uh, all this hard work done paid off

This how you live when you don't take no fuckin days off

Eyes red, studio I'm workin long shifts

You beefin over hoes, you fuckin with the wrong bitch

Yeah, real nigga chronicles

I tell the vamanos, now they fallin' like dominoes

I'm everywhere, lookin for me like tryin to find a ghost

She give me brain like this ho is on the honor roll

Real shit, my life been on some ill shit

Since Mo Cleaves told me nigga go and kill shit

So give me life for this shit I write, lock me up

Sit back and watch me, Maserati pick the bodies up

[HOOK]

I'm heavy, I'm heavy, I'm heavy in this biatch

I'm heavy, I'm heavy, I'm heavy on them hoes

I'm heavy, I'm heavy, I'm heavy in this biatch

I'm heavy, I'm heavy, I'm heavy on them hoes

So Fli-City, Fli-City, to the back, lets get it

I wake up and grind hard everyday

I'm heavy, I'm heavy, I'm heavy in this biatch

I'm heavy, I'm heavy, I'm heavy on them hoes

[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.]

???? on my feet, Fred Flinstone

Ridin through the Flint homes, the windows down with no tints on

They don't know me like Jon B, then I pulled up with Jon C

Went to the club and popped that Dom P, I'm a king, like ????

And everywhere I go I'm heavy, big ol chain and its heavy

Pulled up in that Chevy, movin D, rest in peace to Heavy

Money talkin, comin' quick fast

Ride so fast, give you whiplash

You ain't bout gettin money, betta go on wit your bitch ass

I round em up, round em up, bts she's down to fuck

This white girl she sees dts, says what's that, she says down to suck

Yeah, lets get it, wear a snapback with that fitted

Don't matter man, wherever man, I'm gonna represent for my city

Mistah F.A.B. up out of that Oakland

Please don't think that I'm joking

Yeah that molly got em rolling

People bust you in the open

Yeah, I fuck with shooters hired Reggie

And you don't want these problems boy, cuz you ain't rollin' heavy

[HOOK]

[Verse 3: Jon Connor]

See now, these niggas is hatin and all these hoes they be watchin

I hit my folks out in Cali they told me lets get it poppin

Lame niggas be blockin because they bitches be jockin

Killin rappers is easy cuz most these niggas is garbage

I call em son of a bitches, but I blame that on they fathers

Now every city them hoes makin it clap, they applaud us

I hope my momma forgive me, I'm hittin somebody daughter

They be looking for ballers in VIP with the starters

Shit, I'm heavy out here, they don't know what to call it

Time is money my nigga, why the fuck is you stallin?

Traded paper for plastic, shit won't fit in my wallet

Two bad bitches, ass sick, call that shit a men-nauseus

Wanna roll with the bosses, see the club where I work

So spread your legs in the office, so why the fuck is we talkin?

Me and my nigga Mistah F.A.B. grindin hard to get it

Now we livin every minute and don't know nothin different, BITCH

[HOOK]