(What up? Ken, let me talk to 'em) Deep, deep down, yeah, yeah Deep, deep down, yeah, yeah Deep-deep, deep, deep down, yeah, yeah Deep, deep down, yeah, yeah Deep-deep, deep, deep down, yeah, yeah Deep, deep down, yeah, yeah Deep-deep, deep, deep down, yeah-yeah Deep, deep down, yeah, yeah Oh, they want my soul, I got my pole I let it go anyway, God say I bring my pistol where I go Oh, oh, oh
Deep, deep down in the water's where I was raised, hey (Ooh) You'll probably find the gun we knocked your mans off with Choppers and alligators turn you to sandwiches They eat you up 'round this bitch, amen Ooh, hallelujah (Hallelujah) I worked for this, you run up on mе try to take it, I'll shoot you (I'll shoot you, pussy nigga) Fuck these wеll-dressed niggas, new suit, put holes up in it These niggas ain't play at all, rap niggas they bored from pimpin' I just mind my business, keep it kickin' or I'll kill you I, DeSean, bitch
Niggas just don't know I'm taxin' all these hoes My uncle Jay say, "Gas ain't cheap can't ride for free, wanna ride with me" These hoes want daiquiris, but I want lean Sit back in peace and count my cheese don't say a thing, bitch, please Mississippi River ain't too far from where I was livin' Five minutes, put your body in it so many nights, we put choppers in it Duckin' cops, whip full of stolen goods we playin' robbers in it Bway got a chopper and it's stolen with them coppers in it Up it, pop it, then flip him, hit him, body rock him with it Send him to the doctor, body locked up right after we switched him I done seen cold, cold cases in this dirty system These dirty hoes tryna break me when at times, I lift 'em Tell 'em, I say deep, deep down in the water's where I was raised Jump off the porch with dirty K's then watch my mama cry 'bout Dave Nobody safe, that's 4KTrey Bitch, you wan' play? Put guns inside your face I'll squeeze it 'til the metal break
Deep, deep down, we put your body, you fuckin' with me Deep, deep down, them youngins hold it, they bustin' for me Deep, deep down, I'm tryna bring you, you comin' for me Deep, deep down, them demons keepin' you company
I wanna see if the bitch 'bout it Make them hit your block with them choppers, oh, I, I Please don't let them youngins get close up on your car side You know YoungBoy got 'em on you you gon' slip up and gon' die, bitch Fifty back to back on your head, I put it on it Niggas, they ain't smart, they keep playin' they know I'm on it Skully get the drop on your ass, gon' run down on you
Deep, deep down in the water's where I was raised, hey (Ooh) You'll probably find the gun we knocked your mans off with Choppers and alligators turn you to sandwiches They eat you up 'round this bitch, amen Ooh, hallelujah (Hallelujah) I worked for this, you run up on me try to take it, I'll shoot you (I'll shoot you, pussy nigga) Fuck these well-dressed niggas, new suit, put holes up in it These niggas ain't play at all, rap niggas they bored from pimpin' I just mind my business, keep it kickin' or I'll kill you I, DeSean, bitch
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Compositores: Kendale P I Carter (ASCAP), Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden (PRS)Editores: Artist Publishing Global, Big Thirty Eight MusicECAD verificado obra #41396702 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM