Sleepy (feat. Heart) Video (MV)

In my pack I was having a blast
Losing me cuz we move too fast
Lost it in a blink, in a flash
They call me Heart I'm in love with the cash
Robbing the game and I'm doing the dash
You really talk down, lil boy we can clash
Bullet proof vest to save my ass
She callin me papi, I'm not her dad
Massarati
Through the party
With my shawty
Drinking fortiess
Hundred bands in my lap with some shorties
Throw down you can catch it in the lobby
Fumbled the bag, catch it like randy moss
F*ck you and your mans imma take it all
Getting green but I'm not talking tennis ball
Smoking strong but f*ck that I won't cough

No I won't talk, no I won't fall
You taking L's back to back like skinny from the nine
Kill all these tracks with the way that I rhyme
Orbis collab, our talent combined
Killing it, feeling it, hit that bitch one time then I'm quitting it
Hella gas all in my lungs
Calling her and got me sprung
Sorry lil mama you left me so hung
Grabbing my llama and I'm going dumb
Got me attached my heart beating like drum
Your soul I will slaughter I dont play for fun

Told me I can't do it, baby-girl I know I can
F*ckin lookin stupid, never wanna take my hand
Blast off 1 2 3 took half a xan
Got a big blunt, bigger than toucan
Blowin out O's, opposite of pac man
God's plan, big plan, making hella bands
Pack louder than a motherf*cking rock band
Blue and red everywhere I cannot stand
All these ops at my neck like choke slam
Out of the park hit and run like grand slam
Deep in the water I flow but I don't swim
I'm a big wolf and to me you a little lamb

Slow it down, slow it down
Rusty here so I got a crowd
Slow it down, slow it down, how far I came got me feeling so proud
Slow it down, slow it down
Rusty here so I got a crowd
Slow it down, slow it down, how far I came got me feeling so-

With my clique, we the shit, we don't miss on the hits, accurate, too quick
Got cheese no swiss, pop tags on a fit, got jeans but my pockets too big
I be burning my time like I'm smokin a cig
She like how I roll and she see I got grit
Keep one rolled now she gon grin
Now she gon grin
Damn, I'm full with sins
In hong kong and your bitch just want my liquor
I'm cutting off imma cut her like some scissors
We blastin off cuz we sparkin up the swishers
Fill it up with the bud to the tipper
With a baddie on my waist on my zipper
Pour me up a cup I turn into a sipper
At the club lemme check if they list her
She a freaky bitch so I can't miss her
Fumbled the bag, catch it like randy moss
F*ck you and your mans imma take it all
Getting green but I'm not talkin tennis ball
Smoking strong but f*ck that I won't cough

No I won't talk, no I won't fall
You taking Ls back to back like skinny from the nine
Kill all these tracks with the way that I rhyme
Orbis collab, our talent combined
Killing it, feeling it, hit that bitch one time then I'm quitting it
Hella gas all in my lungs
Calling her and got her sprung
Sorry lil mama you left me so hung
Grabbing my llama and I'm goin dumb
Got me attached my heart beating like drum
Your soul I will slaughter I don't play