Deeper Than Rap

Okay, yeah
 Shit deeper than rap, yeah
 I done seen a lot of niggas fall off
 Tryna play with the trap, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
 Shit deeper than rap, yeah (Yeah, COUPE)
 Send 'em round your way, you know that they smash shit, yeah (Okay)
 Anything for that money, I go dumb dumb (Go dumb dumb), special ed
 Sippin' these drugs, I'm pissing 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 nigga 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)
 Fuck on your bitch, now you have your feelings back
 Beefing 'bout bitches, man, I am not into that
 Internet tit-for-tat, I am not into that
 Talking 'bout smoke with me, nigga, 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)
 Shit deeper than rap, yeah (Yeah)
 I done seen a lot of niggas fall off tryna
 Play with that trap, yeah (With that strap)
 Shit deeper than rap, yeah (Shit 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)
 Shit deeper than rap, yeah (Shit deeper than rap)
 Your bitch done fucked your partners so
 You mad about it, don't have no fit about it
 Just go fuck another bitch (Yeah)
 This shit 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)
 Shit 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 shit, keep big straps (Yeah)
 I'm posted in the hood with your bitch on my lap (Yeah)
 I fold these pussy niggas just like a napkin
 Niggas know what's happenin', yeah
 I'm a Blood, you a Blood, nigga know what's brackin'
 Set trip, man, you know I get to smashin'
 Real right nigga, niggas know what's happenin'
 Say you want smoke, then catch me in traffic
 I'm gettin' money, broke niggas 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 shit, yeah (Okay)
 Anything for that money, I go dumb dumb (Go dumb dumb), special ed
 Sippin' these drugs, I'm pissing 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 nigga 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)
 Fuck on your bitch, now you have your feelings back
 Beefing 'bout bitches, man, I am not into that
 Internet tit-for-tat, I am not into that
 Talking 'bout smoke with me, nigga, 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 shit, I don't play
 I don't need no nigga '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 fuck do they mean?
 They say that they fuck with our cap on the scene
 You play with us, nigga, 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 bitch, I got the cream
 Long time comin', this shit was a dream
 Big dawg, nigga, 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 fuck the police
 Fuck them crackers, hope them motherfuckers see
 That I came out a real nigga, and a bitch nigga, 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 bitch and I gotta eat
 (I gotta eat, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Send 'em round your way, you know that they smash shit, yeah (Okay)
 Anything for that money, I go dumb dumb (Go dumb dumb), special ed
 Sippin' these drugs, I'm pissing 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 nigga 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)
 Fuck on your bitch, now you have your feelings back
 Beefing 'bout bitches, man, I am not into that
 Internet tit-for-tat, I am not into that
 Talking 'bout smoke with me, nigga, 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