It Get Deeper

Young and turnt
 Hey, I'm doin' for the bottom, everybody gotta do sum'
 Cuban link, two-tone (Savage)
 Bitch I roll, I trap with two phones (Dawg), yeah
 Life, three cars and two homes (Skrrt, pull up)
 Nigga, what the fuck is you on? (What you on?)
 Yeah, turn it up
 Put my feelings to the side, bitch, we got a bag
 Why move to the A? It's closer to the Nash'
 I been fuckin' with that yay, I'm down to my last rounds, yeah
 Lil' 'cuz been hittin' the work but I'm needed
 I seen his murder, whole, half, like I'm greedy
 Fell out with my best friend over six grams
 Now I ain't got a best man but I got fans
 Show you how to stretch ten turn it to a hunnid
 I just did five hunnid, nigga, this summer
 So anything gun or eighteen, bitch, run 'em
 Or anybody payin' forty-five when you want 'em, it get deeper
 My nigga got a dark cloud over his soul
 We all arrested, niggas fuckin' our hoes
 He prolly feeling' bad, like baby, "I kinda feel"
 Me, I fly bad bitch out still
 Main bitches, I got twelve, sad bitches, prolly ten
 She say I fucked her friend, I mean, I prolly did
 And I don't feel bad, my nigga, I gotta live
 Turn that switch on, what kinda lame switch that nigga bitch on
 Free my nigga Act', he shoulda been home
 Won't hit the road with nothing that got flint on it
 Long sleeve Caddy with the tint on it
 Took her to the set, blew a ten on her
 That's your bitch with doggy, bone, I been on her
 It get deeper
 Remember late nights lurkin', ridin' with the reapers
 Remember I lost that lil' one, twenties, up in the cleaners
 Get your shit pushed back, nigga, we been cookin' rap niggas
 King of West city, bitch, I been took that nigga
 I ain't finessed the city out of shit, nigga, I got fire
 Range truck, Caddy, whatever, nigga, I'll buy it