It Get Deeper

Young and turnt Hey, I'm doin' for the bottom, everybody gotta do sum' Cuban link, two-tone (Savage) Bitch I roll, I trap with two phones (Dawg), yeah Life, three cars and two homes (Skrrt, pull up) Nigga, what the fuck is you on? (What you on?) Yeah, turn it up Put my feelings to the side, bitch, we got a bag Why move to the A? It's closer to the Nash' I been fuckin' with that yay, I'm down to my last rounds, yeah Lil' 'cuz been hittin' the work but I'm needed I seen his murder, whole, half, like I'm greedy Fell out with my best friend over six grams Now I ain't got a best man but I got fans Show you how to stretch ten turn it to a hunnid I just did five hunnid, nigga, this summer So anything gun or eighteen, bitch, run 'em Or anybody payin' forty-five when you want 'em, it get deeper My nigga got a dark cloud over his soul We all arrested, niggas fuckin' our hoes He prolly feeling' bad, like baby, "I kinda feel" Me, I fly bad bitch out still Main bitches, I got twelve, sad bitches, prolly ten She say I fucked her friend, I mean, I prolly did And I don't feel bad, my nigga, I gotta live Turn that switch on, what kinda lame switch that nigga bitch on Free my nigga Act', he shoulda been home Won't hit the road with nothing that got flint on it Long sleeve Caddy with the tint on it Took her to the set, blew a ten on her That's your bitch with doggy, bone, I been on her It get deeper Remember late nights lurkin', ridin' with the reapers Remember I lost that lil' one, twenties, up in the cleaners Get your shit pushed back, nigga, we been cookin' rap niggas King of West city, bitch, I been took that nigga I ain't finessed the city out of shit, nigga, I got fire Range truck, Caddy, whatever, nigga, I'll buy it