heavyweight

rick ross

look at nigga rozay

look at him

out there with that crossfit shit

nigga think he a boxer

workin' out and shit

nigga done bought holyfield crib

nigga

five hundred acres

a thousand rooms

nigga

this nigga think he the champ

holyfield must have left a belt in that bitch for him

ya dig?

i been touchin' that set

i made my way to a key

i'm so in love with the trap

i bought a house 'cross the street

quarter key got me livin' like i'm don king

heavyweight

i'm in the ring nigga

ding ding

nigga

ding ding

nigga

ding ding

don't make me hit you 'cross your head

nigga

ding ding

runnin' off with all your things

ding ding

license been suspended

ridin' with the yay

i shit where i eat

i trap where i stay

smokin'

bottle poppin'

belaire rose

and i don't give a fuck what pussy niggas say

michelangelo of this trap game

traded fifteen pounds of mid for a half a thing

we mix that eighteen

now it's thirty-six

turned that midget to a brick

that's a pretty flip

shout out mally mall

i got a few bitches

i don't get my dick sucked

unless it's two bitches

my trap mike tyson

nigga

heavyweight

i'm sleepin' in the trap

we open every day

i'm parkin' on my block

i'm beatin' on my street

twelve all in my ass

they locked my woe up last week

these niggas know they pussy

talkin' bout they robbin'

talkin' bout they eatin'

these niggas out here starvin'

diamonds on my pinky

women on my dizzle

bulletproof the lincoln

there go ricky rizzle

i'm the thrilla in manila

belaire

my ciroc vanilla

my cousin certified killer

when he died

i know i cried a river

you come and go

that came down from the lord

every night i hear those aks like a fuckin' voice. hallelujah

momma screamin' hallelujah"