Deep End
Whoa
Fuck with you
We don't fuck with you
Whoa
Catch me in that deep end doing what I wanna'
We get so high smokin' on the Marijuana'
I been counting money I been counting up them commas
Life been so real so I went and bought a choppa'
Hit you in your face, tell me how them bullets feel
When I hopped up in that Wraith' he get popped just like a pill
And I'm rocking Johnny' Dang' yes I drip when I kill
If we shoot him, we gon' spray yeah, we took him to the field
Make him pray to Allah'
Send him to the doctor
I don't got no worries it's Hakuna' then Matata'
Lil' Bitch I'm rockin' Prada'
Lil' Bitch I am your father
If he talkin' loud ima' hit em' with this knocker'
And we getting high Smokin' gas' today
Fuckin' with your girl when she look at us that way
Ima' ghost in the dark I'm movin' like I'm prey
We on top you gon' ride with us too
Last night made a quick mill' or two
I got that Smith' and Wesson' that kills you too
Ima' ride in that Benz' with you
Fuck with us two we gon' pull up with them choppas' too
Spray that door and grab your loot
Catch me in that deep end doing what I wanna'
We get so high smokin' on the Marijuana'
I been counting money I been counting up them commas
Life been so real so I went and bought a choppa'
Hit you in your face, tell me how them bullets feel
When I hopped up in that Wraith' he get popped just like a pill
And I'm rocking Johnny' Dang' yes I drip when I kill
If we shoot him, we gon' spray yeah, we took him to the field
To the field
Fuck with you
We don't fuck with you
Whoa
Catch me in that deep end doing what I wanna'
We get so high smokin' on the Marijuana'
I been counting money I been counting up them commas
Life been so real so I went and bought a choppa'
Hit you in your face, tell me how them bullets feel
When I hopped up in that Wraith' he get popped just like a pill
And I'm rocking Johnny' Dang' yes I drip when I kill
If we shoot him, we gon' spray yeah, we took him to the field
Make him pray to Allah'
Send him to the doctor
I don't got no worries it's Hakuna' then Matata'
Lil' Bitch I'm rockin' Prada'
Lil' Bitch I am your father
If he talkin' loud ima' hit em' with this knocker'
And we getting high Smokin' gas' today
Fuckin' with your girl when she look at us that way
Ima' ghost in the dark I'm movin' like I'm prey
We on top you gon' ride with us too
Last night made a quick mill' or two
I got that Smith' and Wesson' that kills you too
Ima' ride in that Benz' with you
Fuck with us two we gon' pull up with them choppas' too
Spray that door and grab your loot
Catch me in that deep end doing what I wanna'
We get so high smokin' on the Marijuana'
I been counting money I been counting up them commas
Life been so real so I went and bought a choppa'
Hit you in your face, tell me how them bullets feel
When I hopped up in that Wraith' he get popped just like a pill
And I'm rocking Johnny' Dang' yes I drip when I kill
If we shoot him, we gon' spray yeah, we took him to the field
To the field
Credits
Writer(s): Justus Stackhouse, Justin Anthony Watkins, Preston Reid
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