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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

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)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I gotta eat, yeah

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