Heavy stunts (feat. Don Toliver) (Slowed + Clean Reverb)

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Original: • Heavy stunts (feat. Don Toliver)

[Refrain: Yeat]
Uh, uh, uh, hey
Yeah, yeah, hey, yeah (Hold on)
No, you is not mine (Uh, uh, woah, woah)
No, you is not
I'm not the two, I'm not the three

[Chorus: Yeat]
My b!tch bad (Huh-huh)
My money fat (Huh-huh)
And I won't talk 'em, I'm going brick, I'm going cray'
B!tch, I'm the one, I'm not the two, I'm not the three
Like to check on the bounce, leaving it, holding it in
How you gone talk to me?
You on the sideline, you is not mine
Yeah, you a dumb lil' cunt
No, you is not mine
Yeah, you a dirty lil' b!tch (Ha)
No, you is not fine
I made whole lot motherf**king money, yeah
'cause it's all mine (Yeah)
I threw whole lot of motherf**king sh!t, yeah
'cause it's my time
I do a whole lot, whatever I want
Drop his head off, shoot him with gun
I like head, I like the munch
I like the big bag, I like the one (Woah, woah, woah)
You do what I said, you do what I said
You do what I said, yeah
We chop off his head, we chop off his head
We chop, we chop, we chop, we chop
I start a riot in this b!tch (Yeah-yeah)
Yeah, we could slide in this b!tch
And I can slide in that b!tch
1-7-5 in this whip
Yeah, I would never crash out
See, that is difference between you and me
You would pass out

[Refrain: Yeat]
Uh, uh, uh, hey
Yeah, yeah, hey, yeah (Hold on)
You was not mine (Uh, uh, woah, woah)
You was not
I'm not the two, I'm not the three

[Verse: Don Toliver & Yeat]
Uh, who that? The boy, that big old zipper (Woo)
Got racks out, it's busting out my zipper
In a Suburban with a big box, shipped off, it's gone (Yeah)
Overseas, with a lil' bad baby, Chanelly and all (Hey, yeah)
She busting down in the strips, it's reggaeton
Double C, get waiting, I'm out, when she getting it on (Woo)
All these hoes were popping the Molly
Pulled off on a Harley (Err), why these hoes wanna top me
All my fans wanna ground me, tell me how this sounding
We trapping out the Downy, on top of the mountain
My diamonds got from drowning
Ha-ha, this sh!t a big-big business, smoke you down like a cigar

[Chorus: Yeat]
My b!tch bad (Huh-huh)
My money fat (Huh-huh)
And I won't talk 'em, I'm going brick, I'm going cray'
B!tch, I'm the one, I'm not the two, I'm not the three
Like to check on the bounce, leaving it, holding it in
How you gone talk to me?
You on the sideline, you is not mine
Yeah, you a dumb lil' cunt
No, you is not mine
Yeah, you a dirty lil' b!tch (Ha)
No, you is not fine
I made whole lot motherf**king money, yeah
'cause it's all mine (Yeah)
I threw whole lot of motherf**king sh!t, yeah
'cause it's my time
I do a whole lot, whatever I want
Drop his head off, shoot him with gun
I like head, I like the munch
I like the big bag, I like the one (Woah, woah, woah)
You do what I said, you do what I said, you do what I said, yeah
We chop off his head, we chop off his head
We chop, we chop, we chop, we chop

[Outro: Yeat]
I start a riot in this b!tch (What?)
Yeah, we can slide in this b!tch
And I can slide in that b!tch
1-7-5 in this whip
Yeah, I would never crash out
See, that is difference between you and me
You would pass out
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