30 Deep (feat. 21 Savage)

(Mike WiLL)

(Young Rari), yeah, yeah (WiLL, WiLL)

(Mike WiLL), yeah, yeah, woah, yeah, woah (WiLL, WiLL)

(Mike WiLL), yeah, woah, woah, woah, woah (WiLL, WiLL)

(Mike WiLL), woah, straight up (Mike WiLL Made-It)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, woah, yeah

Woah, yeah, woah

Woah, woah, woah

Woah, straight up, straight up

In Mechanicsville, I got my switch, yeah, we thirty deep

SF90, this bitch cost an M, fuckin' up your street

Real dranker, pourin' muddy, I see Wockhardt when I pee

I'ma step on all my opps 'til I got bunions on my feet

In the room with cold killers, better bundle up 'round me

21, I'm golden child and they gon' gun you down 'bout me

I still ain't bumped into a bitch that I felt like I need

I pointed at the ground and she got right down on her knees

This a new Bottega jacket

Don't fuck off the money, stack it

Buddy work at Lids, cappin'

Draco lights, camera, action

Drive the 'Cat, take off the traction

Put my mask down, get active

Flip the switch, these bullets rapid

I don't scam, but I brought my MAC in

Shoot the promoter, don't play with my backend, pussy

He on the front page, I eat the plate and the entrée

King Smoke, get a hard-on for gunplay

I'm in one hollow, the one-way

I done got money with the whole town, long live LC Dante

Huh, Young Crew geeked off Addys, **** (Geeked up)

Pull up, pop at addys, **** (Buh-buh)

Thirty in this Glock, pop out, I turned it automatic, **** (Thirty)

Creep on block, it's blastin', **** (Yeah)

Freak ho eat me nasty, **** (Yeah)

This 'Cat faster than cheetahs when BabyDrill or Evil Savage in it

Caught my opps, we high (High)

I'm talkin' 'bout higher than a pilot, ****

Slid with a mask, but they still scream my name 'cause they know I get wicked (BabyDrill)

Fentanyl turn 'em up a notch (Fentanyl)

He don't know nothin' but use the Glocks (Buh-buh)

ScoreGod, rockin' out to Wock'

I'm thug life, feelin' like I'm Pac

In Mechanicsville, I got my switch, yeah, we thirty deep

SF90, this bitch cost an M, fuckin' up your street

Real dranker, pourin' muddy, I see Wockhardt when I pee

I'ma step on all my opps 'til I got bunions on my feet

In the room with cold killers, better bundle up 'round me

21, I'm golden child and they gon' gun you down 'bout me

I still ain't bumped into a bitch that I felt like I need

I pointed at the ground and she got right down on her knees