Artist: Gucci Mane Album: The State vs. Radric Davis Song: Heavy Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] Gucci! (Gucci!) Whassup Corey? Back in the trap! Heavy, real heavy, it's so heavy Heavy, real heavy... Gucci! Gucci, Gucci, Gucci [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Heavy, real heavy, it feels heavy Somebody help me, my neck hurt, my chain heavy Heavy, dough heavy, flow heavy Gucci bag full of cash, it's so heavy Listen, I cain't let it, I go get it My ego gettin too big, it's too heavy My head gettin too big, it's so heavy Somebody help me, pick up this cash it's too heavy [Gucci Mane] My bitch say everytime she look up I'm about to do a cook up I told he if she know like I know she will shut the fuck up Introduced cola to soda and I said y'all need to hook up I pimp that white girl like a motherfuckin hooker I took three hundred out my stash and I went and bought a Phantom I need some toilet paper, I'm the shit in East Atlanta On a ninety day tour, so my niggaz really miss me I couldn't kick it with them so I took my whole hood with me And I just got out of jail yeah they tried to Michael Vick me I gave my lawyer half a mill' and told him come and get me I'm not wit G-Unit, but this drum here cost me 50 This chain another fifty plus a hundred on you snitches [Gucci Mane] I'm so confused, don't have a clue, man what to do Should I rob him, or should I serve him? You know the rules I keep +Miami Heat+, got more straps then a gun show Run up on the kid, I have you +Mourning+ like +Alonzo+ Try me if you want to, I send my shooters pronto I know you die, but hell or heaven, don't know where you gonna go Run up on me wrong, try your luck, cause I don't think so This fo'-fo' that I tote'll leave a hole size of a pothole Yeah I got amigo, but they don't bring me taco Only bring me kilos, but keep that on the d-low I'm getting my tip fade cut, boulder crest and flat show Wish a nigga would run up on me like I'm Brisco [Chorus] [Gucci Mane] I'm wearin half-a-mill, hundred pack, and I ain't even finished I'm rentin this deuplex in the 6, I only use the kitchen I'm the same with my grinder post, yeah I got big bags of smoke You fuck niggaz don't call my phone unless you wanna buy some 'dro I got birds like Atlanta zoo - bitch who are you?! I got goons like a scary movie, yeah that is true And I change cars like a rich white girl change shoes Gotta go, go gettin the money, little cous' want a deuce And I was holdin another thirty-two, 2002, you know it's true Bought 'em a sun valley Jacob, me and Juice, you know the crew I got money stacked from last June and I still ain't spent old bread If you want I gladly pour some change on your own head [Chorus] [Outro] Heavy!