Deep In My Feelings Lyrics

Nigga u & yo bruva sweet guess it's genetics

Trust in juchop tinted whip onna men he won't deck it

Play thing with the men u get cut like a edit

You niggas my sons man give Kenzo his credit

Just me & my migo ain't talking bout Lee

I'm a greedy young nigga ain't gettin no sleep

Bitch all in my ear she like Kenzo u winnin

You thought I was stroffin I'm standing on business

QuickDraw hall of fame Ima hit if you test me

Salone bitch and she keep sayin lef me

Thinking bout swipe swear I ain't even ate

Shoutout to lil ahk he got jummah on Friday

Glock holdin 30 I'm totin a vect

Me and ghost ran it up shoutout USPS

When dat switch got to rolling it soundin like Bagdad

Up wit dat Blatt turn yo man to a hashtag

Rocking new flavors da young nigga havin

Pour a line in my sprite feel like doctor Sebastian

Computer ass nigga I'm thinking he Lester

Was down bad broke now it's chrome on my sweater

Can see through the fakes I can see through the acts

Brodie uppin dat drac and that shit went FRA

If you see me with shh den I'm walking w drizzy

I gotta move smart can't get done up like Ricky

Take a trip to saks and I spend a opp kitty

I'm dat young turnt nigga that's running da city

Got youngins on shit they b geeked to get busy

On ya rip with dis stick we gon spin til we dizzy

Poppin my shit wit Amiri like semi

Been running up racks I been running up plenty

Ima knock off a birdy nigga out his feathers

Amg with the seats that recline with the leather

Got plays out the city catch hits out in Georgia

This shit for da men do this shit for the culture

Duckin dem feds they can't see me John cena

Ain't stopping dis run til my mom in a Beamer

Long live swipe onna men he was 1of1

Glass jus like magic its poppin like bubble gum

Glock at ya feet got yo ass doing double Dutch

Climbin da ranks man u niggas can't fuck with us

Inna Booth sayin shits man I feel like a preacher

I ball onna court member times onna bleachers

I came a long way now it's 10 for feature

The young nigga draggin make more than my teachers

I'm a slimey young nigga I'm known to get even

No fear in my heart I be hanging wit demons

The world in my hands man I feel like I'm steven

I ran up my bag and dis bitch got to gleeshin

I ain't making amends, run it up til the end

My bruva jus died I been geeked to go bend

Having plenty backends, I'd hop out w 10

If I can't get at you ima hit at yo friend