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Heavy Loot Video (MV)




Performed By: CosaNostraGlizzy
Language: English
Length: 2:14
Written by: Eric Birton




CosaNostraGlizzy - Heavy Loot Lyrics
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For him & his homies life a hourglass just runnin out on em
Im dior down to the floor, man would think i pray to god so much
Pulled up in a 392, bitch finna kick rocks tryna roll a dutch on me
I keep lettin go of my bullets its suction cups look how they stuck to em
When i kill yo homie ima write my name in blood so a nigga know its me
They aint seen they nigga in years cuz a nigga dead, said they tired of hide & seek
My momma died it wasn't her time, got me tryna find the reaper kill em
Bro poured a 6 & i pour 4 cause we just chase 2 different feelings
Prime example he popped a jig but im sober as hell behind this tint
Tryna catch a nigga in traffic, flip the whip & leave his shit In riddles
They be signin up for the war, fly out to go kill some people don't know what they did
But they say we dumb when i chase him down fill up his wig, for the one who shot my crib
Ain't no mistake wont kill wit no intent, them youngins mind so filled wit gifts
All my guys patrolin the streets right now call in when we all get back
You abiding by all the laws wrote by the mob love you to death
You ain't got no eyes or mouth when some happened, twist yo fingers this shit forever
Cosa nostra, when bro do the hit say i sent my regards
Its a cold world, cuz we might some share kin far down the line
Wipe yo tears & hug my auntie at his grave might drop some flowers
And It aint no rules to life cant say I'm living right or wrong really
The ones enforce the laws get off the most think what we dont see
We knew he was doa before the news cause it was close range
Hell na I don't feel for niggas i got dead people talkin to me
I know its gon be a road to get them riches i a walk that bitch
Im backseat wit 2 killers fully pistols tryna chalk some shit
When we hit they block, that nigga was tryna live, he playin possum dead
5 stay in the post, won't be no goals, he block shots it was vivid
Say what you want, know it wasn't bro, sent shots up out that glizzy
Kts glizzy dont say shit bout no by any means
Go shut down they function before it start, sent bullets through the speakers
I'll shoot this bitch straight for yo heart tell cupid come & see me
Say officer thats just a fart he say it smell like weed some in here
Thats the last time i stopped they know my side gon push they limits
(HDDDRRR, Aye)
Know my choppa spit retarted special ed
556 that carbon, walk shit down, get gnarly make him swim
34 tae my heart he step regardless so his bond a million
She intelligent & she gave me her heart im being careful
When you rap you gotta broadcast some yo life & that part scary to me
Over the years man i seen niggas turn to
Bitches, tyler perry movie
Its gon hurt to see me win they gon be sick, give em theraflu
I still got way mo to kill a label gotta come wit heavy loot
(Hddddrrrrrrrr)
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For him & his homies life a hourglass just runnin out on em
Im dior down to the floor, man would think i pray to god so much
Pulled up in a 392, bitch finna kick rocks tryna roll a dutch on me
I keep lettin go of my bullets its suction cups look how they stuck to em
When i kill yo homie ima write my name in blood so a nigga know its me
They aint seen they nigga in years cuz a nigga dead, said they tired of hide & seek
My momma died it wasn't her time, got me tryna find the reaper kill em
Bro poured a 6 & i pour 4 cause we just chase 2 different feelings
Prime example he popped a jig but im sober as hell behind this tint
Tryna catch a nigga in traffic, flip the whip & leave his shit In riddles
They be signin up for the war, fly out to go kill some people don't know what they did
But they say we dumb when i chase him down fill up his wig, for the one who shot my crib
Ain't no mistake wont kill wit no intent, them youngins mind so filled wit gifts
All my guys patrolin the streets right now call in when we all get back
You abiding by all the laws wrote by the mob love you to death
You ain't got no eyes or mouth when some happened, twist yo fingers this shit forever
Cosa nostra, when bro do the hit say i sent my regards
Its a cold world, cuz we might some share kin far down the line
Wipe yo tears & hug my auntie at his grave might drop some flowers
And It aint no rules to life cant say I'm living right or wrong really
The ones enforce the laws get off the most think what we dont see
We knew he was doa before the news cause it was close range
Hell na I don't feel for niggas i got dead people talkin to me
I know its gon be a road to get them riches i a walk that bitch
Im backseat wit 2 killers fully pistols tryna chalk some shit
When we hit they block, that nigga was tryna live, he playin possum dead
5 stay in the post, won't be no goals, he block shots it was vivid
Say what you want, know it wasn't bro, sent shots up out that glizzy
Kts glizzy dont say shit bout no by any means
Go shut down they function before it start, sent bullets through the speakers
I'll shoot this bitch straight for yo heart tell cupid come & see me
Say officer thats just a fart he say it smell like weed some in here
Thats the last time i stopped they know my side gon push they limits
(HDDDRRR, Aye)
Know my choppa spit retarted special ed
556 that carbon, walk shit down, get gnarly make him swim
34 tae my heart he step regardless so his bond a million
She intelligent & she gave me her heart im being careful
When you rap you gotta broadcast some yo life & that part scary to me
Over the years man i seen niggas turn to
Bitches, tyler perry movie
Its gon hurt to see me win they gon be sick, give em theraflu
I still got way mo to kill a label gotta come wit heavy loot
(Hddddrrrrrrrr)
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Writer: Eric Birton
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