Okay, yeah
Shit deeper than rap, yeah
I done seen a lot of niggas fall off tryna play with the trap, yeah
Shit deeper than rap, yeah
(COUPE)

Send 'em round your way, you know that they smash shit, yeah, okay
Anything for the money I go dumb-dumb (go dumb-dumb), special ed
Sipping these drugs, I'm pissing out the red
All of the green, you that we selling that
Smoke a whole pound, we don't do the pity pat
It ain't 'bout money then nigga not hearin' that
All of this money, you know that I'm gettin' that
Trappin' and robbin' and rappin', I'm gettin' that (okay, yeah)
Fuck on your bitch, now you have your feelings back
Beefing 'bout bitches, man, I am not into that
Internet tit for tat, I am not into that
Talking 'bout smoke with me, nigga, we killin' that
Bustin' my gun, man, I hope that you shoot it back
Don't bring no doo-doo, this chopper no child-play

Shit deeper than rap, yeah
I done seen a lot of niggas fall off tryna play with the trap, yeah
Shit deeper than rap, yeah (shit deeper than rap)
You keep a strap, yeah (keep a strap)
You bust somebody, you know you better not say none', might get locked up (yeah)
Shit deeper than rap, yeah (shit deeper than rap)
Your bitch done fucked your partners so you mad about it
Don't have no fit about it
Just go fuck another bitch (yeah)
This shit deeper than rap, yeah (deeper than rap)
Gotta make money, them hoes gon' ask for it
When you got them drugs, lil' country boy, you know you gotta tax for it (yeah)
Shit deeper than rap
Ask about Nudy, shawty keep a strap
Talk about robbin', buddy, that's a wrap
And this right here no rap cap (yeah)
I'm known 'bout the shit, keep big strap
I'm posted in here with your bitch on my lap
I fold these pussy niggas just like a napkin
A nigga know what's happenin', yeah
I'm a Blood, you a Blood, nigga know we brackin'
You know I get to smashin'
Real right nigga, nigga know what's happenin'
Say you want smoke, well, then catch me in traffic
I'm gettin' money pro, niggas not happy
You talking 'bout beef, you got me laughin'
I be gettin' money, that is a habit

Send 'em round your way, you know that they smash shit, yeah, okay
Anything for the money I go dumb-dumb (go dumb-dumb), special ed
Sipping these drugs, I'm pissing out the red
All of the green, you that we selling that
Smoke a whole pound, we don't do the pity pat
It ain't 'bout money then nigga not hearin' that
All of this money, you know that I'm gettin' that
Trappin' and robbin' and rappin', I'm gettin' that (okay, yeah)
Fuck on your bitch, now you have your feelings back
Beefing 'bout bitches, man, I am not into that
Internet tit for tat, I am not into that
Talking 'bout smoke with me, nigga, we killin' that
Bustin' my gun, man, I hope that you shoot it back
Don't bring no doo-doo, this chopper no child-play

None but the choppa, you know how we play
We just like the West and you know how we spray
If I was cowboy, then make me a K
I'm just like John Wick, with that shit I don't play
I don't need no nigga 'round me, I'ma spray
I been playing with guns since I was like eight
I got my first gun when I was thirteen
I fell in love with the Glock added the beam
I got a lot of money, split with my team
I got it, then stop, what the fuck do they mean?
They say that they fuck without cap on the scene
You play with us, nigga, we murder your scene
And yellow tape surroundin' you and your team
I'm Majin Buu with the smoke I blow the steam
You know a bitch lyin', I wipe your nose clean
Finesse 'em, I don't mind sell 'em a dream
I sold him some sugar, he thought that was clean
You should've check the pack before that you leave
Now I'm splittin' that money with my team
Everybody eat, gotta feed the team
I got a white bitch, I got the cream
Long time comin', this shit was a dream
Big dawg nigga like Martin Luther King
Raise my hand, they listen to me
I feel like Malcom X when I got heat
I'm not Muslim but it's fuck the police
Fuck the crackers on the motherfuckin' scene
Then I came out a real nigga and a bitch nigga I can't be
And you know I bang big B, my pocket full of none big C
Deep blue sea, I am a shark in the water, jump in it bitch and I gotta eat
I gotta eat, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Send 'em round your way, you know that they smash shit, yeah, okay
Anything for the money I go dumb-dumb (go dumb-dumb), special ed
Sipping these drugs, I'm pissing out the red
All of the green, you that we selling that
Smoke a whole pound, we don't do the pity pat
It ain't 'bout money then nigga not hearin' that
All of this money, you know that I'm gettin' that
Trappin' and robbin' and rappin', I'm gettin' that (okay, yeah)
Fuck on your bitch, now you have your feelings back
Beefing 'bout bitches, man, I am not into that
Internet tit for tat, I am not into that
Talking 'bout smoke with me, nigga, we killin' that
Bustin' my gun, man, I hope that you shoot it back
Don't bring no doo-doo, this chopper no child-play
None but the choppa, you know how we play

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I gotta eat, yeah

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Writer(s): Edward Maclin Cooper III, Quantavious T Thomas