Letras
Too deep in her belly
Too deep, too deep in in her, too deep in here
I'm 'bout to do this shit
You know I'm gon' crack your fuckin' 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 pussy 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 nigga 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' bitch I shot from the side in it (uh, uh)
You in the car with them lil' boys, you gon' get fried in it (uh, uh)
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 bitch on this path
You know who killed your brother, nigga, 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, bitch, I'm takin' your breath
I'm booted up to the ceilin', bitch, 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
Pussy clean with a bag and she take care of herself
Fuck what he said, knock off his head, he ain't gon' say nothin' else
I see the vison, nigga, why you got that gun and ain't gon' shoot it?
I don't get niggas, 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 it
I let her roll up my opps while my fingers stuffed in her coochie
Monday to Sunday, X pill beatin' me (Monday)
I'm not shit, that's why my ho keep leavin' me (she gone)
The ho keep treatin' me, she tellin' me she hate it here (what?)