Deep End

Since I was a toddler I been in the water you know that I jumped in the deep end
Don't make this harder than it got to be if you want to come over bring three friends
I'm trying to get turnt for the weekend
Pour drank on my tongue let it seep in
Walk around with my gun I need defense
Hop out the car hit his lungs for just breathing
Tim slow it down why you speeding
We riding dirty this car ain't the cleanest
Von copped a thirty I hope he don't need it
My bro got the perkys tap in if you feening
I done moved on I know she hate to see it
Don't block my number just go head delete it
This glock leave him holy he finna see Jesus
Get sent with your brodie for being a heathen

I ain't your friend don't call me your buddy
Got drank in my system I feel a lil muddy
Stop trusting bitches these bitches is slutty
Trust Glocks with extensions and switches and dummies
If I can have anything it's the money
I need me a meal for the times i was hungry
I'm tired of this I don't want your loving
That shit that we had it amounted to nothing
If you gone get mad let's end the discussion
Might drop a bag take a trip out to London
I'm rocking burberry mixed with something don't know the name it's expensive and comfy
Reach for this chain take his hand leave him nubby
Other than dick she can't get nothing from me
How you gone switch when you said that you loved me
With you here or not i'm still living lovely

Since I was a toddler I been in the water you know that I jumped in the deep end
Don't make this harder than it got to be if you want to come over bring three friends
I'm trying to get turnt for the weekend
Pour drank on my tongue let it seep in
Walk around with my gun I need defense
Hop out the car hit his lungs for just breathing

Since I was a toddler I been in the water you know that I jumped in the deep end
Don't make this harder than it got to be if you want to come over bring three friends
I'm trying to get turnt for the weekend
Pour drank on my tongue let it seep in
Walk around with my gun I need defense
Hop out the car hit his lungs for just breathing
Tim slow it down why you speeding
We riding dirty this car ain't the cleanest
Von copped a thirty I hope he don't need it
My bro got the perkys tap in if you feening
I done moved on I know she hate to see it
Don't block my number just go head delete it
This glock leave him holy he finna see Jesus
Get sent with your brodie for being a heathen



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Writer(s): T D
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