10 Deep (feat. Rojah Larue)

If he want some smoke just call me up I really pop a nigga
Pull up with that chopper then give that nigga the consequence
These days you can't really talk to niggas
They always thinking that you tryna go behind a nigga
I got two bad bitches I can snipe when I want
Got this two tone drip you can tell by how I walk
When I pull up Met Gala drop top like holla
Yeah, all these bitches tryna holler
Got my bread up I got all my cash up
I'm on this cash race they cannot stop us

I know I'ma get to the bag
I'ma get to the fucking bag nigga

Soon as we find out who did it nigga we gon' kill 'em
Counterfeit ass niggas when we find 'em we gon' drill 'em
Had to push up on 'em had to put some fear in 'em
Taking drugs until the morning just to help me forget it
Forget it, forget everything I did
Forget it, forget it, forget it

Hey, look
You see something 'bout that dirty purple help me go to sleep
It ain't hard to look you in your face and tell you weak
And truthfully I just don't give a fuck 'bout what they think
And I'll be saucing 'bout a week and that's a fee
But I ain't tripping 'bout a thing
Touring overseas, tryna call my phone but I've been gone for 'bout a week
I'm so seven thirty gotta google what it means
Ain't sugar coating nothing I'ma tell you what it be
Nigga this is what it be
See, this shit could get ugly if I ever say the words
And, I just took a trip out to the Nola I'm on bourbon
Searching for this nigga ten deep in a suburban swerving
Now I want a

Soon as we find out who did it nigga we gon' kill 'em
Counterfeit ass niggas when we find 'em we gon' drill 'em
Had to push up on 'em had to put some fear in 'em
Taking drugs until the morning just to help me forget it
Forget it, forget everything I did
Forget it, forget it, forget it



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Thomas Boyden, Zakary Planter, Larry Ousley, Wilquel Lara
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