Composer : David Catherine/Jayden Whittier-Jones/Demorio Batiste/Quorey Speights

Too deep in her belly

Too deep, too deep in in her, too deep in her

I'm 'bout to put this s**t

You know I'm gon' crack his ****in' top (What up, DeMoe?)

Look

Throw up a V wherever I'm at, you could be a hat

All that stuntin' in front them hoes gon' get your p***y ass bat

It take bread to go to war, say you got racks and I ain't whack

You can run, but you can't hide, bro got the front, we got the back

They know that it be murder when I slide and that's a fact

I'm tryna turn you purple, steady surfin', like where you at?

You ever seen a n***a flat like a mat with his eyes missin'

It ain't no car, bro, that's a boat, look how the tires missin'

Uh, told that lil' b***h I shot from the side in it

You in the car with them lil' boys, you gon' get fried in it

Since they four deep, it's gon' be four homicides in it

When my cousin died

I was in that car, outside a house, I slept and cried in it

Then when they take his lick I put that b***h on his back

You know who killed your brother, n***a, stop all of the actin'

Get in the field and get a kill 'cause that business what I'm standin' on

And I put belt to ass, I'm not the one to lay a hand on

And that's just the way I step

Plus I heard how you dissed me

b***h, I'm takin' your breath

I'm booted up to the ceilin', b***h, I'm way up there

I went too deep in her belly and she couldn't stay up there

And that's just the way I step

Go to playin' like you crazy and get put on a shelf

P***y clean with a bag and she take care of herself

**** what he said, knock off his head, he ain't gon' say nothin' else

I see the vison, n***a, why you got that gun and ain't gon' shoot it?

I don't get n****s, put bread on his top, they hit his kufi

Put us on that same block

I know they got the drop but ain't gon' use

I let her roll up my opps while my fingers stuffed in her coochie

Monday to Sunday, X pill beatin' me

I'm not shit, that's why my ho keep leavin' me

The ho keep treatin' me, she tellin' me she hate it here

It ain't gotta be smoke, but, n***a, we can take it there

Stop muggin', I would hate to crack a face in here

Spinnin' every party, hopin' that we can catch a face in here

Try me, I triple dare, she cheated but I didn't care

I got problems and I know it, I'm self aware

Know that I like sayin' b***h

What the **** you thinkin', b***h?

You just got from out the shower, why the **** you stankin' b***h

I think you a janky b***h, a whole hanky panky b***h

Why you askin' if I'm sober, the **** you think I'm thinkin', b***h?

And that's just the way I step

Plus I heard how you dissed me

b***h, I'm takin' your breath

I'm booted up to the ceilin', b***h, I'm way up there

I went too deep in her belly and she couldn't stay up there

And that's just the way I step

Go to playin' like you crazy and get put on a shelf

P***y clean with a bag and she take care of herself

**** what he said, knock off his head, he ain't gon' say nothin' else

I see the vison, n***a, why you got that gun and ain't gon' shoot it?

I don't get n****s, put bread on his top, they hit his kufi

Put us on that same block

I know they got the drop but ain't gon' use

I let her roll up my opps while my fingers stuffed in her coochie