Deep Off

歌詞

Hey man, what's wrong with you? Fuck you, lookin' at nigga? I'm still tryin' to find out nigga Hold up, hold up, oh we got a problem here? We got a problem here, we got a problem nigga? It's the return of the trill niggaz, hide your stash (Stash) We dressed in all black and got the hood on smash (Smash) I rock ya like Dame Dash (Dash) One shot, one kill Ask anybody (Body) and they gon' tell ya Bun real (Southern Smoke) It's a done deal when I pull up on ya Calico get unleashed, niggaz clearin' the corner Perfect to me and ten (Me and ten) We movin' much weight And this one for pimp in a penitentiary upstate Damn, come on Bun, wait Naw nigga, this one dedicated To pimp in a penitentiary upstate 'Til he come home in his name we ballin' We never forget the homies on lock or the fallen Band I.T., Young L.o and Bad Azz Bam Sean Wee and Big Munst' and we ain't givin' a damn If you need a kilogram, two, three or a dozen Come on down to Texas, holla at your country cousin I can show you how to get stains How to flip 'caine Show you how to grip grain How to grip stains Bitch, we deep off in the game (Bitch, we deep off in the game) Bitch, we deep off in the game (Bitch, we deep off in the game) We be creepin' in your back doors Cockin' back fours Show you how to mack hoes Slammin' 'Lac doors Bitch, we deep off in the game (Bitch, we deep off in the game) Bitch, we deep off in the game (Bitch, we deep off in the game) Already Yeah, I learned how to shoot a MAC-10 'fore I turned 12 Hot shells burn, black skin turn pale You out to get mail? I show you boys how to sell yay And how to tell what it weigh without a scale Motel 6, hard blow sell quick and I ain't gon' sell shit You'll sell nicks and dimes, twenties Even three dollar club sacks Buy y'all private, guaranteed to come back I turn sand into rocks with soda No wrist, just a fog tryin' to rock your quota Microwave on top of the stove, these hands is cold I stretch the books, see how much water it hold Most niggaz think the water should be cold Really hot, keep it warm 'til the finishing lot Not cold nigga, listen and watch We takin' bricks on the road, try to form your spot, nigga Yeah (Southern Smoke) You don't hear how we gettin' it Then you gettin' in the way I'm gettin' rich, niggaz gettin' pissed 'Cause most pussy niggaz play We can let that metal settle differences Let a clip set a date, point guard position I'm assistin' it so an opponent better pray Of my environment, yeah, it's the Messiah So close to the truth than you that your fiction Cannot deny a real nigga from gettin' higher Don't believe me than check my prior Record, I said I'm on fire Your poof like your time expired, liar, haha I can show you how to get stains How to flip 'caine Show you how to grip grain How to grip stains Bitch, we deep off in the game (Bitch, we deep off in the game) Bitch, we deep off in the game (Bitch, we deep off in the game) We be creepin' in your back doors Cockin' back fours Show you how to mack hoes Slammin' 'Lac doors Bitch, we deep off in the game (Bitch, we deep off in the game) Bitch, we deep off in the game (Bitch, we deep off in the game) Already