the KY Jelly, tat my name up on they belly (Da-Da-Damn Homie!) I'm slidin' on Parelli's, choppin' the block up like confetti Candy paint, thick and heavy
the snitches, roses for the bitches Hop up out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures I got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches Hoppin' out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures Heavy
stage I turned the page, no more minimum wage and my corner got paid kept fedy, kept it steady my partna named Reggie Im 330, so niggas say Im heavy hitin
mouse So high that I can?t fly More deep than space number 9 Can?t tell time by telling time She?s so ready, I?m so heavy It?s so heavy on me Can?t
under cover, make moves like no other In dark alleys, you're gettin' opened from your belly I rock spots for blocks, I knock you inna Skelly I know you're jelly
I'm heavy on If it ain't Cristal Boo, I guess it's perignon If the na-na's too tight, I throw some jelly on Yo try to tax and watch the nine mill burst
to push don't come apologetic after you see me hop out that bush In black gloves, black mask, Puttin that thing on your ass, Jump back in my heavy Chevy
you cant afford a hit. i'm a G in every sense of the word so my game is soldier so i match the motha fuckin pigs like a jelly donut. Chorus look out
be shy mix it up but come and lay it on me Oh, oh, oh, ooh Pick up the phone to solid gold Making the hits to get the story told We all got a heavy load
[Chorus: DeMarco & Jelly Roll] The way I rep the street and how a nigga killin every single second They say I'm doin too muuuuuuuch I try to step back
trick I label hoes as hoes, you can't be my boo Bitch, I be home too, so how the fuck I'ma do for you Alize and Tanquerae had my dick ready, the jelly heavy
(Chorus X2) Inside peanut butter outside jelly 7 days of the week 7 different Chevys Black SS wit tha top blown off Fuckin' with them boys get ya top
in the heart of the ghetto Dipping and dodging the metro Pitching the pot with the Coke that's what I use to pedal Heavy metal, a jack of all trades
by the tanks where the bubbles go up? (and the flaps on the side of the moon) The jelly & paint on the 40 watt bulb They use when the slime droozle
empty cellar Like a gone dead train Once was at a time when I could Mama shave 'em dry Raise a fever, ice-down chill Waitin' at the station With a heavy
I'm ok, I guess he's in on it too [Chorus] Lucky stiff, I was rocking ice down to my wrists Pumping shit out of Canarsie, delis, jelly, and fish Used
right, fuck her dig in the hole she shit out (Girl) Rick, I gotta go my girls waitin' She recaps finally when honey drawers down to her kneecaps Breathed heavy
never had in a while So let's fuck, I mean really really fuck You sure you ready? Then try your luck Bring me the whip cream, bring me the jelly jam