Heavyweight

[Intro]
Baby, I don't want no company, scratch my back for me
(Oh shit, you ain't got no Grabba)
Hmm, mm, mm, on me
Huh, you know I could—
Ayy, hey

[Chorus]
Nigga, I could sign a tennis player, all these racks on me
Bae, the drank bad, can you scratch my back for me?
Hmm, you niggas out here bad, niggas out here flat, huh
Bitch, I been in my bag, I been eatin' like a fat nigga
I'm heavyweight, you welterweight, we in two different classes
I got marble on my countertops and pints all in my cabinets
I was broke, they played rich and I got rich 'fore I thought they cappin'
I can't fake kick it with niggas, y'all ain't think this shit'll happen, huh

[Verse]
Hmm, how you get rich and fall off, my nigga? That shit backwards
All this shit came from hard work, my boy, it ain't just happen
I be thinkin' 'bout some millions while you thinkin' 'bout a caption
I had to break the law so many times, I pray they never capture me
Nigga, every day I be outside, why niggas actin' like they after me?
I'm the type to shoot from half court and make it, I got accuracy
Told the lil' bitch, "I want a steak and not from Applebee's"
The game'll never ever be the same, baby, after me
I fucked and she got to callin' me on my name when she had to leave (Frrt, beep)
What the money counter say? I know your ass can read
How the fuck? Tryna pour this four up, but damn near crashed the car
11K in Louis, they ask if I got cash or card
I know a nigga got smoked, thought his ass was hard
I'm ridin' with a brick of dope, drivin' past the Target
I met a bitch on the road, she like, "Your ass the hardest"
"Boy, you done came a long way like your ass was starvin'"
Hmm, I'm in Miami, out the way in an Aston Martin
I hear a snake, but it's cool, I'm an anaconda
What they hollerin'? 'Fore these niggas play, I'll spend every dollar
He tried to duck, then he came back up and got hit in his collar
I could show you how to create thousands, nigga, I'm like Tyler

[Chorus]
Nigga, I could sign a tennis player, all these racks on me
Bae, the drank bad, can you scratch my back for me?
Hmm, you niggas out here bad, niggas out here flat, huh
Bitch, I been in my bag, I been eatin' like a fat nigga
I'm heavyweight, you welterweight, we in two different classes
I got marble on my countertops and pints all in my cabinets
I was broke, they played rich and I got rich 'fore I thought they cappin'
I can't fake kick it with niggas, y'all ain't think this shit'll happen, huh