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In Too Deep

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Hip-Hop/Rap

In Too Deep was released on January 3, 2025 by Dior Don as a part of the album How'd We Get Here?

Song Details

AlbumHow'd We Get Here?

Release DateJanuary 3, 2025

LabelDior Don

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM100

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Dior Don

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Terrell Goodwin

Terrell Goodwin

Lyrics

Lyrics

She be trippin’ off the back, she be too extra

4 stretch ‘em out the door with it, I’m gon’ catch ‘em

5 **** at your door, you think we done steppin’?

She like, “300 for the watch?”, Is you done guessin’?

And you can ask Front Street ‘bout me

Know how to round my P’s and dot my I’s and cross my T’s

Ce La Vie, the kingdom sing

The heat don’t miss, yo’ big boat sink

Got Kimbo genes, my wrist don’t sleep

My fist on fire, my piss look green

Her tits inside, well let me see

I’m lit up now, just hopin’ that the kids don’t see

So sit up now, I’m showin’ you my pen got ink

The sins I speak, the riffs I breathe

My bitch don’t pray, she kiss my teeth

This shit gon’ bang, so lift my feet

And fix my collar, the real top shotter, I’m in too deep

2 cars, 2 door seats, I’m too lowkey

That 4 Nick breach anatomy, I’d rather be beat

You not a fan of me? You gotta be from out of the streets

I be the one who done got out and got ‘em prouder than me

The shit I made in my garage, singin’ louder than mw

I feel surrounded, shrouded, went and hired a team

Started conspirin’ and lyin’, takin’ power from me

Then Dylan said I had it in me, so he wired a G

Ordered a striker, I was mobbin’, oochie wally the V

And I feel like when the timin’ feel right

I’ll sign me that deal, okay, we paid, 4 million dollar bills high

Gold teeth, grills in, Tooth Fairy pissed right?

Still tight, still white, still black, still might

Kill, fight or steal, be for really, all the lids tight

Overkill, go for 4th down, all I feel is bites

Crisp white Rolls Royce brella keep the fit slight

Crib sit on a hill where pills pop like fistfights

I’m a hill topper rich guy and I slap softer bitch guys

Head bust him if he eavesdroppin’, he a risk flight

A flight risk, I’m high, bitch, pardon my accent

The right idea, the wrong bitch, I had to match it

I load the gun with the wrong clip, tell brodie pass it

I’m medicated, take long sips and strong acid

From Hong Kong to H-Town, I’m throwin’ cash, bitch

My own song got taken down, these **** be some bitches

I’m calm and facepalm when you talk ‘bout your feelings

Get down or stay gone, forget about the business

Rollin’ out with 2 .30’s, you thinkin’ that he crippin’, look at you

Now you’re face down and six feet ‘cause you thought he was slippin’ up

When I’m in the D-Town like Big Meech, I feel like I could get it up

My fist on fire, my piss look green

Her tits inside, well let me see

I’m lit up now, just hopin’ that the kids don’t see

So sit up now, I’m showin’ you my pen got ink

The sins I speak, the riffs I breathe

My bitch don’t pray, she kiss my teeth

This shit gon’ bang, so lift my feet

And fix my collar, the real top shotter, I’m in too deep

2 cars, 2 door seats, I’m too lowkey

That 4 Nick breach anatomy, I’d rather be beat

You not a fan of me? You gotta be from out of the streets

I be the one who done got out and got ‘em prouder than me

The shit I made in my garage, singin’ louder than me

I feel surrounded, shrouded, went and hired a team

Started conspirin’ and lyin’, takin’ power from me

Then Dylan said I had it in me, so he wired a G

Ordered a striker, I was mobbin’, oochie wally the V

Written by: Terrell Goodwin

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