CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Deep End
You know what we doin'
You know how we comin'
They know how we slangin'
My cup not even full right now
It's about 3 o'clock in the mornin'
Ah, no no
Like do I need it?
(Ayo Ran, turn that up)
NLE the Top Shotta
Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
(DJ Kidd, this a hit for sure)
I'm lookin' at my gun like "Do I need it?"
God protect me from my demons
I'm lookin' at my b*t*h like "Can you please me?"
'Cause my heart, it just be greedy
I'm lookin' at my pockets, it got obese
I was hungry, now I'm greedy
Want everybody come get them a piece
But it will be a jungle I'll be feedin'
Respondin' wit' murder, that's how we get even
Jump in that water, you left in the deep end
.223 shells comin' out the AR, you know that they ringin'
Graveyard steppers, we done got cool wit' all of the deacons
They know who we is, the murder increasin'
If I give you love, are you gon' give it back? Or I'mma have to hunt for that?
If they get me up, and come and cut me up, are you gon' try to stay attached?
We can run it up, Bentley truck
Glizzy tucked, with a hunnid racks
Told her f**k it up, thug love, make sure that you got my back
'Cause n***as watchin' me, they want my place, they want my spot
I hope they see this glee, 'cause I'm clutchin' on my Glock
They say they after me, but they watchin' from afar
We hit the whole car, knock the doors off, then my n***a drove off
Graduated, feelin' like I made it, told my momma thank you for her patience
Trials and tribulations that I was facin', you thought you was losing your baby
Losing your hair, you was losing your care
I ain't gon' lie, I had you goin' crazy
Losing myself, I can't find myself, so I grabbed my gun
I'm lookin' at my gun like "Do I need it?"
God protect me from my demons
I'm lookin' at my b*t*h like "Can you please me?"
'Cause my heart, it just be greedy
I'm lookin' at my pockets, it got obese
I was hungry, now I'm greedy
Want everybody come get them a piece
But it will be a jungle I'll be feedin'
Respondin' wit' murder, that's how we get even
Jump in that water, you left in the deep end
.223 shells comin' out the AR, you know that they ringin'
Graveyard steppers, we done got cool wit' all of the deacons
They know who we is, the murder increasin'
Ayy, she a drug abuser, she like drug music
Ayy, want me a Franck Muller, might call my jeweler
Ayy, might go to the bank, want all my money in blue
Ayy, keep it a hunnid and I might just spoil you
People that left me, they changed, they split up
Who gonna help me, when I'm tryna get up?
Relaxin' my pain, I got drugs in my system
Going out to drink, but I said I won't sip now
I was the suspect, I'm never the victim
You get the picture, come get your issue
Feelin' the tension, showin' no pitty
Make the decision to kill him, don't diss him
Few n***as after me, they want my place, they want my spot
Few n***as after me, they want my jewels and all my guap
Few n***as after me they want the hoes and all the thots
Few n***as after me, f**k it, they want all I got
I'm lookin' at my gun like "Do I need it?"
God protect me from my demons
I'm lookin' at my b*t*h like "Can you please me?"
'Cause my heart, it just be greedy
I'm lookin' at my pockets, it got obese
I was hungry, now I'm greedy
Want everybody come get them a piece
But it will be a jungle I'll be feedin'
Respondin' wit' murder, that's how we get even
Jump in that water, you left in the deep end
.223 shells comin' out the AR, you know that they ringin'
Graveyard steppers, we done got cool all wit' all of the deacons
They know who we is, the murder increasin'
Brrt
NLE the Top Shotta, got Bombs like Al-Qaeda
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, woah, woah
You know how we comin'
They know how we slangin'
My cup not even full right now
It's about 3 o'clock in the mornin'
Ah, no no
Like do I need it?
(Ayo Ran, turn that up)
NLE the Top Shotta
Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
(DJ Kidd, this a hit for sure)
I'm lookin' at my gun like "Do I need it?"
God protect me from my demons
I'm lookin' at my b*t*h like "Can you please me?"
'Cause my heart, it just be greedy
I'm lookin' at my pockets, it got obese
I was hungry, now I'm greedy
Want everybody come get them a piece
But it will be a jungle I'll be feedin'
Respondin' wit' murder, that's how we get even
Jump in that water, you left in the deep end
.223 shells comin' out the AR, you know that they ringin'
Graveyard steppers, we done got cool wit' all of the deacons
They know who we is, the murder increasin'
If I give you love, are you gon' give it back? Or I'mma have to hunt for that?
If they get me up, and come and cut me up, are you gon' try to stay attached?
We can run it up, Bentley truck
Glizzy tucked, with a hunnid racks
Told her f**k it up, thug love, make sure that you got my back
'Cause n***as watchin' me, they want my place, they want my spot
I hope they see this glee, 'cause I'm clutchin' on my Glock
They say they after me, but they watchin' from afar
We hit the whole car, knock the doors off, then my n***a drove off
Graduated, feelin' like I made it, told my momma thank you for her patience
Trials and tribulations that I was facin', you thought you was losing your baby
Losing your hair, you was losing your care
I ain't gon' lie, I had you goin' crazy
Losing myself, I can't find myself, so I grabbed my gun
I'm lookin' at my gun like "Do I need it?"
God protect me from my demons
I'm lookin' at my b*t*h like "Can you please me?"
'Cause my heart, it just be greedy
I'm lookin' at my pockets, it got obese
I was hungry, now I'm greedy
Want everybody come get them a piece
But it will be a jungle I'll be feedin'
Respondin' wit' murder, that's how we get even
Jump in that water, you left in the deep end
.223 shells comin' out the AR, you know that they ringin'
Graveyard steppers, we done got cool wit' all of the deacons
They know who we is, the murder increasin'
Ayy, she a drug abuser, she like drug music
Ayy, want me a Franck Muller, might call my jeweler
Ayy, might go to the bank, want all my money in blue
Ayy, keep it a hunnid and I might just spoil you
People that left me, they changed, they split up
Who gonna help me, when I'm tryna get up?
Relaxin' my pain, I got drugs in my system
Going out to drink, but I said I won't sip now
I was the suspect, I'm never the victim
You get the picture, come get your issue
Feelin' the tension, showin' no pitty
Make the decision to kill him, don't diss him
Few n***as after me, they want my place, they want my spot
Few n***as after me, they want my jewels and all my guap
Few n***as after me they want the hoes and all the thots
Few n***as after me, f**k it, they want all I got
I'm lookin' at my gun like "Do I need it?"
God protect me from my demons
I'm lookin' at my b*t*h like "Can you please me?"
'Cause my heart, it just be greedy
I'm lookin' at my pockets, it got obese
I was hungry, now I'm greedy
Want everybody come get them a piece
But it will be a jungle I'll be feedin'
Respondin' wit' murder, that's how we get even
Jump in that water, you left in the deep end
.223 shells comin' out the AR, you know that they ringin'
Graveyard steppers, we done got cool all wit' all of the deacons
They know who we is, the murder increasin'
Brrt
NLE the Top Shotta, got Bombs like Al-Qaeda
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, woah, woah
