Gucci Mane - Heavy Lyrics

Gucci, Gucci, what's up Corey?
Back in the trap
Heavy, real heavy, it's so heavy
Heavy, real heavy, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci

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 can't land 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, took all this cash, it's too heavy, heavy

My bitch say every time she look up, I'm 'bout to do a cook up
I told her if she know like I know, she will shut the fuck up
Introduce color to soda, and I said y'all need to hook up
I pimp that white girl like a motherfuckin' hooker

I took 300 out my stash and I went and bought a Phantom
I need some toilet paper, I'm the shit in East Atlanta
On a 90 day tour so my niggas 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 million, told him come and get me
I'm not wit G-Unit but this drum here cost me 50
This chain another 50 plus a hundred on you snitches

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 can't land 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, took all this cash, it's too heavy, heavy

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 scrap then a gun show
Run up on the kid, I have you mourning like Alonzo

Try me if you want to, I send my shooter pronto
I know you die, but hell I don't know where you gonna go
Run up on me wrong, try your luck 'cause I don't think so
This four-four that I told a Libra, whole size of a pot hole

Yeah, I got amigo but they don't bring me taco
Only bring me kilos but keep that on the D Lo
I'm getting my tip fade cut, boulder crest and flat show
Wish a nigga would run up on me like I'm Brisco

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 can't land 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, took all this cash, it's too heavy, heavy

Well, I think I need a hundred pack and I ain't even finished
I'm in this duplex in the 6, I only use the kitchen
I'm the same with my grinder post, yeah, I got big bags of smoke
You fuckin' don't call my phone unless you wanna buy some dope

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 get them the money little 'cause wanna duce

And I was holdin' under 32, 2002 you know it's true
Polow, Savannah, Jenkins, me and Juice, you know the crew
I got money still from last year, I still ain't spent old bread
If you want, I gladly pour some change on your own head

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 can't land 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, took all this cash, it's too heavy, heavy