Deep In Da Streets

A **** never play with me, ****

Fuck you talkin' 'bout, ****?

On God, I could be whatever on the internet

I could be a ho, I can be broke, I can be a lame

I can be whatever on the internet

But when you see me, ****, you gon' respect it or you gon' die

Deep in the streets

I do not fuck with police

That's the reason I'm keepin' the peace

And whenever we ridin', we dippin' police

Bitch, I'm really so deep in the streets and my whip not a lease

Least I'm not up in the projects

I'm up in the booth and I'm workin' on projects

Bitch, I'm workin' on slangin' and sellin' narcotics

I'm sorry, lil' baby, I couldn't be honest regardless

I don't see nothin' beyond us

And we cannot stop where we goin', we takin' it there

If you think about bringin' it here, we not playin' it fair

The reefer on top of the passenger chair

Got stopped by the 12 but they wasn't aware

Talkin' that shit, but you know you not with it

I got some **** ain't worried 'bout limits

We constantly runnin' and fuckin' up digits

I'm in my bag, I'm focused

I pour up all the codeine in my plastic soda (Drank)

I get the cash, it's over

I cannot lie, I'm just makin' the cash to blow it (Me too)

All of my clothing designer, these **** are calling me Timmy the Fashion Nova (What else?)

My bitches are bad, they know it (Ayy)

I didn't save 'em 'cause I am not that heroic

And the dirty, I pour all over my liver

Can't fuck with a diva, I need me a skeezer

I used to serve in the trap

Nowadays, I might pull up to you and I make the deliver

**** be talkin' that da-da-da-da-da

And I'm not a goalie, so why would I keep her?

Lately, been switchin' up all of my sneakers

****, they bitchin' up all for a feature

I'm not a regular creature

You don't believe me, then you can ask one of my teachers

I never sat on the bleachers

I been makin' bangers and I am so ready to leak 'em

Bitches, they beg me to freak 'em

I tell 'em I'm busy, I only got time on the weekend

Shut the fuck up when I'm speakin'

Youngest OG, and they feel me, no paraplegic

I cannot ever decide if it clean

I'm mixin' pineapple Fanta with lean

Life, it ain't really as hard as it seems

I know that nothin' can matter but cream

I get the paper, you know how I go (Facts)

These **** runnin' away with the flow (What?)

T in the crowd goin' wild at the show

Bitch, you a bird 'cause you move like a crow, yeah

The roof, I blow, and I do it with pleasure

Might circle your block if we lookin' for treasure

T and today, I'm not feelin' the pressure

I'm ready whenever, she lovin' the leather

I got some bitches and exes ain't see in a while

They see me on TV, they smile

This shit not easy, my ****, go ask 'em about me

They tell you it took me some time

They tell me to walk 'til I got it

My bitches exotic, I used to have lint in my pockets

My **** shoot at your chest like a locket

I ran up the bands and I'm makin' a profit

You cannot see what I'm rockin', the federal watchin'

They know I got several options

I'm never doin' no talkin', if it is a problem

We puttin' him right in a coffin

I might go make a deposit, I'm focused on profits

As soon as I see it, I cop it

I don't be doin' this often, but **** is pussy

So why in the fuck is you barkin'?

All of my clothes be designer

That Dolce Gabbana be fillin' up half of my closet

Bad bitch, her pussy is poppin'

But after I hit it, I cannot be takin' her shoppin'

She love the style, the dirty diluted with lime

The muddy polluting my mind

She wanna shine, so she tryna act like she mine

But I'm only fuckin' with dimes

Hit from behind, the booty was mine

And she probably pull up whatever the time

Fiends on my line

I hope that the 12 isn't watching 'cause that is a federal crime