Heavy Stunts Lyrics by Yeat ft. 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 bitch bad (Huh-huh)
My money fat (Huh-huh)
And I won't talk 'em, I'm goin' brick, I'm goin' cray'
Bitch, I'm the one, I'm not the two, I'm not the three
Like to check on the bounce, leavin' it, holdin' it in
How you gon' 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' bitch (Ha)
No, you is not fine
I made whole lot motherfuckin' money, yeah
'cause it's all mine (Yeah)
I threw whole lot of motherfuckin' shit, 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 bitch (Yeah-yeah)
Yeah, we could slide in this bitch
And I can slide in that bitch
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 bustin' 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 bustin' down in the strips, it's reggaeton
Double C, get waitin', I'm out, when she gettin' it on (Woo)
All these hoes were poppin' the Molly
Pulled off on a Harley (Err), why these hoes wanna top me
All my fans wanna ground me, tell me how this soundin'
We trappin' out the Downy, on top of the mountain
My diamonds got from drownin'
Ha-ha, this shit a big-big business, smoke you down like a cigar

[Chorus: Yeat]
My bitch bad (Huh-huh)
My money fat (Huh-huh)
And I won't talk 'em, I'm goin' brick, I'm goin' cray'
Bitch, I'm the one, I'm not the two, I'm not the three
Like to check on the bounce, leavin' it, holdin' it in
How you gon' 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' bitch (Ha)
No, you is not fine
I made whole lot motherfuckin' money, yeah
'cause it's all mine (Yeah)
I threw whole lot of motherfuckin' shit, 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 bitch (What?)
Yeah, we can slide in this bitch
And I can slide in that bitch
1-7-5 in this whip
Yeah, I would never crash out
See, that is difference between you and me
You would pass out