Deeply
I want her out of here (let's go)
I'm going off these instincts (let's go)
She had no faith in me anyway (let's go)
Some of this shit, I just can't say (let's go)
Some of my niggas in Maybachs (uh-huh)
Been gettin' money, we past that
Turn a nigga to a hashtag
Smokin' on good gas pack (yeah)
Yeah, my bitch, she got a fat ass
And I bring that Glock wit' me everywhere, I can't be on lack (let's go)
I remember, I ain't had nothin' (let's go)
Real act, ain't sippin' on 'tussin (let's go)
My bitch bad, yo' bitch busted
And I'm off this addy right now
AR-15 way too loud
Glock hit you, that'll beat you down (let's go)
And I need my syrup, what should I do now
And if you're my brother, you can't be broke, and we posted up with some pesos (let's go, go)
He had switched on me, that's painful, my brother died on me, that's painful (let's go, let's go)
Remember, we used to wear the same clothes, I stayed solid, nigga, can't change up
You know my niggas too dangerous, yeah, 55's took his face off
I pop oxy, that blue, like a peacock (go, go, go)
Yeah, I'ma fuck this bitch then turn to a stranger (then turn to a stranger)
My niggas too deep in the field, you can't hang by
One call, that get yo' ass in danger (in danger)
We in that 'cat that jump, yeah, just like a bangle
We got the drop on you, bitch, so you better lay low (yeah, ay)
Money can't lean on you, nigga, 'bout to put a beam on a nigga
Red bottoms bleedin' lil' nigga, and while racks fallin' I see it lil' nigga
Too many drugs on me, like I'ma dealer lil' nigga (let's go)
Yeah, I pop percs 'cause I can't even feel nothin' nigga (let's go)
Yeah, ridin' through the H, now I'm geeked out of my mind, yeah (let's go)
Been off these drugs, yeah, since I was a child (let's go)
Goin' a hundred and eighty miles (let's go, go)
And we ain't gettin' too far
Far, oh
Far, ooh (let's go)
Too far, oh (let's go)
We ain't gettin' too (let's go)
Far, far, far, far, far, far (let's go)
Too far
Too far, too far, too far (no, let's go)
And my shooters, they D1, they gon' cap you from afar (let's go)
Send bullets flyin' through that car, it look like a war (let's go)
You best go call yo' momma 'cause we cutting yo' life short (let's go)
Boy we want yo' head, we ain't aimin' at the floor
I'm going off these instincts (let's go)
She had no faith in me anyway (let's go)
Some of this shit, I just can't say (let's go)
Some of my niggas in Maybachs (uh-huh)
Been gettin' money, we past that
Turn a nigga to a hashtag
Smokin' on good gas pack (yeah)
Yeah, my bitch, she got a fat ass
And I bring that Glock wit' me everywhere, I can't be on lack (let's go)
I remember, I ain't had nothin' (let's go)
Real act, ain't sippin' on 'tussin (let's go)
My bitch bad, yo' bitch busted
And I'm off this addy right now
AR-15 way too loud
Glock hit you, that'll beat you down (let's go)
And I need my syrup, what should I do now
And if you're my brother, you can't be broke, and we posted up with some pesos (let's go, go)
He had switched on me, that's painful, my brother died on me, that's painful (let's go, let's go)
Remember, we used to wear the same clothes, I stayed solid, nigga, can't change up
You know my niggas too dangerous, yeah, 55's took his face off
I pop oxy, that blue, like a peacock (go, go, go)
Yeah, I'ma fuck this bitch then turn to a stranger (then turn to a stranger)
My niggas too deep in the field, you can't hang by
One call, that get yo' ass in danger (in danger)
We in that 'cat that jump, yeah, just like a bangle
We got the drop on you, bitch, so you better lay low (yeah, ay)
Money can't lean on you, nigga, 'bout to put a beam on a nigga
Red bottoms bleedin' lil' nigga, and while racks fallin' I see it lil' nigga
Too many drugs on me, like I'ma dealer lil' nigga (let's go)
Yeah, I pop percs 'cause I can't even feel nothin' nigga (let's go)
Yeah, ridin' through the H, now I'm geeked out of my mind, yeah (let's go)
Been off these drugs, yeah, since I was a child (let's go)
Goin' a hundred and eighty miles (let's go, go)
And we ain't gettin' too far
Far, oh
Far, ooh (let's go)
Too far, oh (let's go)
We ain't gettin' too (let's go)
Far, far, far, far, far, far (let's go)
Too far
Too far, too far, too far (no, let's go)
And my shooters, they D1, they gon' cap you from afar (let's go)
Send bullets flyin' through that car, it look like a war (let's go)
You best go call yo' momma 'cause we cutting yo' life short (let's go)
Boy we want yo' head, we ain't aimin' at the floor
Credits
Writer(s): Izaya Tiji
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