OG Damyan & Not Stoned - HEAVY THANG Lyrics

I need a switch on my glock like where the plug at
Walk up in the trap and I'm like where the drugs at
Pop up on an opp and I'm like where the dubs at
Served all the weight but I just need my bud back
Yellow tape on his block like getcho cuz back
Took the plug down I heard he was servin packs
Servin white, brown, black and I'm servin wax
Want me to drop the price?- You smokin crack
Told bro grab the pints- make sure the seals on em
Gremlin poppin fake percs but they real to em
Knew that rat was droppin dimes he'll squeal to em
Run up in his spot- I put the steel to him
Run up in his spot and I'm like gimme everything
Married to the streets should give that bitch a wedding ring
Whatchu need I got it all if you need anything
Keep a glocky on my waist that shit's a heavy thing
Yeah I keep a Mac - but I ain't Steve Jobs
Ran outta work so we gone let the fiends knock-
Talk is cheap so ima let that theeng pop
Feel like my last name Lillard way I'm shootin opps
That shit smell like ass like what the f*ck he smokin
I be smokin gas one toke gone leave you chokin
Custy hit the work - and he felt like floatin
Trap jumpin all day his got no motion
Really keep a pistol on me like I really be totin
Really get to that paper that boy really be loafin
Junkie won't stop overdosin but he keep on dopin
Askin for a front he funny he must be jokin
Smokin loud pack- that shit that stank
Brodie sippin wok- that's that Easter pank
Good in the hood- I got a rank
Run up a cheque- laugh to the bank
Hit up the booth and go straight to the shit talkin
Don't gotta say much - cos the fit talkin
Empty the clip out the window I don't do walkin
All I do is win - I don't do losses
Like all I do is win - and he just lose often
Spin the block empty the clip and ima get it poppin
Once it's up then it's stuck there ain't no stoppin
Feel like Mr. Krabs the way I'm bout my profit
If he wasn't dead then then he dead now
Ima pop out of the cut and ima air it out
Got whatchu need even if it's in a drought
Go OT - get some packs - yeah I know the route
Go OT - reup on dope - yeah I know the way
Can't be lackin so you know that I keep a k
If anything in my way then ima let it spray
Best believe I do not play I shoot it broad day
Get it by any means - I'm tryna get paid
If I can't keep a blick - then I got the blade
Walk up and then I pop it I'm not doin a fade
Smokin zaza - I'm smokin high grade
I'm smokin pressure that cookie I smoke it to the dome
Took my swag now might as well just say you a clone
He ain't got no clientele I ain't heard his phone
And if he want a problem hunnid shootas to his home