paroles de chanson HEAVE IT - TRAVV TIGO

(Persona)
Tigoat shit man you know what the fuck going on
Yeah, Yeah
(Glokmane)

Yeah I'm boutta heave it (Bow)
That nigga keep talking that shit like he bout it, that boy not a demon(Bow, Bow)
That nigga a pussy, this drank got me slow but lil' nigga I see it(I see it)
I don't care if god said it lil' nigga I ain't gone believe it
(Fa Fa Fa) .762 at that boy its a whole lotta' bleeding
I got this burna' on me pull it out its a whole lotta' grieving
These bullets, beck him, catch em' yeah its a whole lotta receiving(whole lotta, whole lotta)
Nigga be talking bout blicks like thats really the shit that he on
That boy only tough through the phone
The fuck is you on?

I send em the lo' and them boys gonna blitz
That boy ain't a steppa' ain't standing on shit
Yeah, before I go give em a sack I go run up in Sak's and go C-C my kicks
Yeah, nigga I'm in love with my choppa, in love with my baby, in love with my stick
And nigga I'm calling my choppa the answer cause if it's a problem the shit getting fixed
Yeah, Kamé got choppas the size of a titan
Ain't doing no talking, ain't doing no fighting
Yeah gang gonna slide, yeah they be keeping that fye
The choppa go doo-doo-doo-fah
He think that he God
Yeah, Imma knock that boy off of his pedestal, show him he not
Nigga you'd think that my pockets be hurtin' the way that a nigga be keeping these knots
Gang keep one four like Mobley
I keep two fours like Kobe
Tell my bitch to go get it I send her off with my left like 'Nobli
Yeah F.S is the gang that's the guys
You play with gang yo ass a get fried
We sending em up send his ass to the sky
Nigga keep talking like he wanna die
Yeah, imma put that boy up on shirt, now his momma she crying she askin' me why
Why-Why-Why-Why-Why-Why-Why-Why-Why
That nigga kept talking that shit now that pussy ass nigga got left in the dirt
Yeah you try to play with me nigga, you play with the gang and yo ass a get murked
He thought that he brolic, he bout it, that nigga he ain't bout none of that shit he exert
My bitch off the perky she booted up, yeah lil nigga she off of this Earth
Yeah gang from a city of killas' but nigga you know that we making it work

Yeah I'm boutta heave it (Bow)
That nigga keep talking that shit like he bout it, that boy not a demon(Bow, Bow)
That nigga a pussy, this drank got me slow but lil' nigga I see it(I see it)
I don't care if god said it lil' nigga
I ain't gone believe it
(Fa Fa Fa) .762 at that boy its a whole lotta bleeding
I got this burna' on me pull it out its a whole lotta grieving
These bullets, beck him, catch em' yeah its a whole lotta receiving(whole lotta, whole lotta)
Nigga be talking bout blicks like thats really the shit that he on
That boy only tough through the phone
The fuck is you on?