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Deep End pt 2

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Deep End pt 2 was released on October 24, 2025 by Smac Rollie as a part of the album The SRLP

Song Details

Release DateOctober 24, 2025

LabelSmac Rollie

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM100

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Smac Rollie

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Cole Sicotte

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Cole Sicotte

Producer

Lyrics

i just popped a 20 ya i guess im tryna feel sum’

i don’t pop no 30 no more all of em be fentanyl,

My killas’ still up in the field still tryna drill sum’

Crack a seal of the wochardt sip it man im in the deep end,

Real trench baby wit them shooters ain’t gotta pretend,

All banks tap in everything gleecin’

tryna dodge the penitentiary fuck a meat stick,

talking bout’ that street shit bitch i’m really deep in it,

Bad bitch look like Coi Leray im tryna breed it,

i been gettin money everybody round me eating,

Double up my cup lil cracca’ i been leaning,

She don’t never stop when i nut she keep eating,

who that Rollie hopping out a benz he fucking flexing,

Made it out the trenches but i still keep a weapon,

4 opps’ in the v then we shooting up the Lexus,

Heavy on the lean shit i got a plug in Houston,

Rippy’ pull up shooting everything he a nuisance,

Clip hanging out the fo five look like pool stick,

i don’t fuck with hunnit no more lil boy he stupid,

When i catch wok blue light ima do it,

i just popped a 20 ya i guess im tryna’ feel sum’

i don’t pop no 30 no more all of em be fentanyl,

my killas’ still up in the field still tryna drill sum’

crack a seal of the wochardt sip it man im in the deep end,

Real trench baby wit them shooters ain’t gotta pretend,

All banks tap in everything gleecin’

tryna dodge the penitentiary fuck a meat stick,

talking bout’ that street shit bitch i’m really deep in it,

huh birch we up in the club i got my heat in it,

Everybody round’ me throwin Cs bitch we big Crippin’

four five sticcin out my jeans walking like i’m limping,

why the fuck i’m heavy pourin lean like i come from memphis,

All i ever knew was play the block shit i feel like Tetris,

How the fucc i’m coming from the trenches now i’m whippin benzes,

Tryna’ shoot him, him, and him i don’t care bout friendses,

if you an oppy that’s for life i don’t do amendments,

Cuzzy’ tryna’ snatch his brain,

Man im tryna’ snatch his pendant,

How the fuck you a scammer but your payment still pending ?

Man i’m seeing clear out these Cartier lenses,

That’s your bitch giving uh uh uh uh,

i just popped a 20 ya i guess im tryna’ feel sum’

i don’t pop no 30 no more all of em be fentanyl,

my killas’ still up in the field still tryna drill sum’

crack a seal of the wochardt sip it man im in the deep end,

Real trench baby wit them shooters ain’t gotta pretend,

All banks tap in everything gleecin’

tryna dodge the penitentiary fuck a meat stick,

talking bout’ that street shit bitch i’m really deep in it

Written by: Cole Sicotte

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