deep end Lyrics

Uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh Gang gang

Come on, let's go

Smokin on the synergy

Don't know what got into me

Drug game been watered down

Since everything been ten a g

Can't even trust your homies

Might as well go dab yo enemies

So much motion movin

Might just make your rent within a week

Beef cooked up well done

But inside that coochie pink

Used to stack them tens and five

But lately it been blue and pink

Just because I keep a smile on me

I'm not who you think

I was raised to keep that fire on me

When you shoot, don't blink

Domo movin' on to somethin

Major like an artery

It been so much shit

Went down the drain

It's finna clog the scene

Star Wars, smokin' sky

Walk a nigga, Jar Jar Binks

Why you mad

Cause we ain't kids no more

And we can't hardly link

Walk up to a hundred bottles

Nigga, what you made so far

Holdin' one on mini golf

A lot of shit ain't up to par

It look like the dojo in a trap

I'm teachin' martial arts

They be countin' everybody out

But make some room for sparkk

When it come to beef

We puttin' hoes in SRTs

Breakin' off exotic bowls

And pourin' 4s of lean

Sloppy toppy snot come from her nose

And she ain't sneeze

Cold hearted niggas

Turn the city up degrees

This how it feel on the deep end

Either you gon' swim or you gon' drown

Paid errday, fuck a weekend

When they run up out the club they walk em' down

Livin' life like a vegan

Vacuum sealin' collards by the pound

Don't care bout shit, them niggas reachin

Graduated in the street, no cap, no gown

Interstate, rollin' up on crew control

Don't you ride up next to me

I'm paranoid, might lose your soul

Domo get to snappin

I know Polaroid is who you know

Only push that broccoli

Don't come to me by movin' snow

Ridin' bikes and walkin

Now we hop out at the corner store

Workin' just like Wendy's

We got Biggie bags and 4x4s

Can't trust bitches drivin' round in circles

Where she drop the low

I got garlic knots inside my pocket

This ain't Domino's

This ain't Pizza Hut either

All this came from Pusha Ether

That lil' bitch my biggest eater

She pull up, don't even greet her

Hot outside, still got my heater

Got no wife, still rockin' beaters

Got no life, he just a tweeter

Fuck two phones, I need a beeper

Say she know me off of Facebook

I can't recognize her

But she know me how my face look

You know I be lyin

If I said my homies ain't crooks

Niggas out here pop or die

Private school like Cranbrook

This how it feel on the deep end

Either you gon' swim or you gon' drown

Paid errday, fuck a weekend

When they run up out the club they walk em' down

Livin' life like a vegan

Vacuum sealin' collards by the pound

Don't care bout shit, them niggas reachin

Graduated in the street, no cap, no gown