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Deeper Than Rap
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Young Nudy
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Okay, yeah sh*t deeper than rap, yeah I done seen a lot of n***as fall off tryna play with the trap, yeah (Yeah, yeah) sh*t deeper than rap, yeah (Yeah, COUPE) Send 'em round your way, you know that they smash sh*t, yeah (Okay) Anything for that money, I go dumb dumb (Go dumb dumb), special ed Sippin' these drugs, I'm p*ssing out the red All of this green, you know that we selling that Smoke a whole pound, we don't do the pitty-pat It ain't 'bout money, then n***a not hearin' that All of this money, you know that I'm gettin' that Trappin' and robbin' and rappin', I'm gettin' that (Okay, yeah) f**k on your b*t*h, now you have your feelings back Beefing 'bout b*t*hes, man, I am not into that Internet tit-for-tat, I am not into that Talking 'bout smoke with me, n***a, we killin' that Bustin' my gun, man, I hope that you shoot it back Don't bring no doo-doo, the chopper know child-play (Know child-play) sh*t deeper than rap, yeah (Yeah) I done seen a lot of n***as fall off tryna play with that trap, yeah (With that strap) sh*t deeper than rap, yeah (sh*t deeper than rap) You keep a strap, yeah (Keep a strap) You bust somebody, you know you better not say nothin', might get locked up (Yeah) sh*t deeper than rap, yeah (sh*t deeper than rap) Your b*t*h done f**ked your partners so you mad about it, don't have no fit about it Just go f**k another b*t*h (Yeah) This sh*t deeper than rap, yeah (Deeper than rap) Gotta make money, them hoes gon' ask for it When you got them drugs, a country boy, you know you gotta tax for it (Yeah) sh*t deeper than rap Ask about Nudy, shawty keep a strap Talk about robbin', buddy, that's a wrap And this right here no rap cap (Yeah) I'm known by this sh*t, keep big straps (Yeah) I'm posted in the hood with your b*t*h on my lap (Yeah) I fold these pu**y n***as just like a napkin n***as know what's happenin', yeah I'm a Blood, you a Blood, n***a know what's brackin' Set trip, man, you know I get to smashin' Real right n***a, n***as know what's happenin' Say you want smoke, then catch me in traffic I'm gettin' money, broke n***as not havin' You talking 'bout beef, you got me laughin' I be gettin' money, that is a habit Send 'em round your way, you know that they smash sh*t, yeah (Okay) Anything for that money, I go dumb dumb (Go dumb dumb), special ed Sippin' these drugs, I'm p*ssing out the red All of this green, you know that we selling that Smoke a whole pound, we don't do the pitty-pat It ain't 'bout money, then n***a not hearin' that All of this money, you know that I'm gettin' that Trappin' and robbin' and rappin', I'm gettin' that (Okay, yeah) f**k on your b*t*h, now you have your feelings back Beefing 'bout b*t*hes, man, I am not into that Internet tit-for-tat, I am not into that Talking 'bout smoke with me, n***a, we killin' that Bustin' my gun, man, I hope that you shoot it back Don't bring no doo-doo, the chopper know child-play (Know child-play) Nothin' but the chopper, you know how we play We just like the Wesson, you know how we spray If I was cowboy, then make me a K I'm just like John Wick with that sh*t, I don't play I don't need no n***a 'round me, I'ma spray I been playin' with guns since I was like eight I got my first gun when I was thirteen I fell in love with the Glock, added a beam I got a lot of money, stick to my team I got it, didn't stop, what the f**k do they mean? They say that they f**k with our cap on the scene You play with us, n***a, we murder your scene And yellow tape surrounding you and your team I’m Majin Buu with the smoke, I blow the steam You know I'm Big Slime, I wipe your nose clean Finesse him out the money, sell him a dream I sold him some sugar, he thought it was clean You should've checked the pack before that you leave Now I'm splittin' that money with my team Everybody eat, gotta feed the team I got the white b*t*h, I got the cream Long time comin', this sh*t was a dream Big dawg, n***a, like Martin Luther King Raise my hand, they listen to me I feel like Malcom X when I got heat I'm not Muslim, but it's f**k the police f**k them crackers, hope them motherf**kers see That I came out a real n***a, and a b*t*h n***a, I can't be And you know I bang big B, my pockets fillin' up with big C's (Big blue C) I am a shark in the water, jump in this b*t*h and I gotta eat (I gotta eat, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Send 'em round your way, you know that they smash sh*t, yeah (Okay) Anything for that money, I go dumb dumb (Go dumb dumb), special ed Sippin' these drugs, I'm p*ssing out the red All of this green, you know that we selling that Smoke a whole pound, we don't do the pitty-pat It ain't 'bout money, then n***a not hearin' that All of this money, you know that I'm gettin' that Trappin' and robbin' and rappin', I'm gettin' that (Okay, yeah) f**k on your b*t*h, now you have your feelings back Beefing 'bout b*t*hes, man, I am not into that Internet tit-for-tat, I am not into that Talking 'bout smoke with me, n***a, we killin' that Bustin' my gun, man, I hope that you shoot it back Don't bring no doo-doo, the chopper know child-play Nothin' but the chopper, you know how we play Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I gotta eat, yeah
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