Lil Heavy lyrics

[Verse 1]
Draco on me, ain't 'pose to have no Draco on me
n*gga run up in this b*tch, I'm turnin' straight to Tony
Big choppa, but a n*gga boney
Knock some sauce out your noodle, n*gga rigatoni
f*ck it I'll go to jail, and kick it with whoadies
Kill me I'll burn in hell, with all my dead homies
Was a young shooter out there head hungry
Now if I want a n*gga dead I'm puttin' bread on him
What's 20, sh*t I made that off a mixtape
Next mixtape, I need 50 bands straight
With the bricks, I may sh*t, I can't calculate
Get a [?] with the auto, I'll chop illustrate
AR in the car but I'm featherweight
I smoked this b*tch n*gga, his clique n*ggas gon' hesitate
I got some choppers for who with me and whoever ain't
I'm finna pull up to your mom's house and decorate

[Chorus]
Street n*gga, with an attitude
Skinny n*gga, with a heavy tool
I ain't tryna box, b*tch I'd rather shoot
Got it off the block, off that avenue
Street n*gga, with an attitude
Skinny n*gga, with a heavy tool
I ain't tryna box, b*tch I'd rather shoot
Got it off the block, off that avenue
[Verse 2]
You ain't heard about them last pus*y n*ggas owed me
Boy please, I don't freeze, b*tch I'm gettin' funky
I put a donut on your head, n*gga holy moly
I melt n*ggas like cheese over pepperoni
I'm with Cheese or Jaweez, real n*ggas only
b*tch, we grew up playing the block like that n*gga Boadie
I've never took it to the rack but I'm Jordan, Kobe
I told them blood n*ggas back like my OG Goldie
n*gga this gun bigger than [?] n*gga he 5'5
He talkin' crazy off that molly, n*gga he tryna die
Boy, don't think I'm finna box cause we the same size
GPS up on his chest, n*gga I'm tryna find him

[Chorus]
Street n*gga, with an attitude
Skinny n*gga, with a heavy tool
I ain't tryna box, b*tch I'd rather shoot
Got it off the block, off that avenue
Street n*gga, with an attitude
Skinny n*gga, with a heavy tool
I ain't tryna box, b*tch I'd rather shoot
Got it off the block, off that avenue