Too Deep ft. Geauxmozzi Lyrics

In the trenches, I think I done got too deep in em

I lost my brother, I can't seem to find peace

Versace sheets, but it's been hard for me to sleep in em

I'm seeing murder, kinda hard for me to eat

I got that sack on me, who want problems with me?

I got that sack on me, who want problem with me?

I got that sack on me, who want problem with me?

I got that sack on me, who want problem with me?

It's a sad day, it's your last day

Don't listen to these niggas, I do what that bag say

Got it on lock, I ran that shit up on a bad day

Put it in sport mode refuse to come in last place

Ain't in the mood today, I pass over to my brother

Hop in that coupe today at red lights, burning the rubber

I'm getting loose, I see them headlights, I'm up in that thunder

I don't really ask too much of you, but to keep it 100

In the trenches, I think I done got too deep in em

I lost my brother, I can't seem to find peace

Versace sheets, but it's been hard for me to sleep in em

I'm seeing murder, kinda hard for me to eat

I got that sack on me, who want problems with me?

I got that sack on me, who want problem with me?

I got that sack on me, who want problem with me?

I got that sack on me, who want problem with me?

Why the fuck you claiming that you with me, you won't die with me?

Even though you ridin' with that Glock, you still gon' die with it

Niggas probably wonder why I'm here, cause I put time in

Fucked the bitch so good, she turned her hubby to a side nigga

Can't trust these bitches, I seen them switch up

Opps couldn't get me, they had to click up

Our shooter trained you better tell them not to miss us

The switch inside the ARP like shootin' missiles

A lot of shit I know I never did ain't cause I can't

Could've sent them shooters to your house, but I just ain't

And I'm on your mind, so it be hard for you to think

And I'm out in traffic, tryin not to spill my drink

Cause lean it got me swervin, I know that my momma said

I pop too many percs, treat her like a dog I know my ex hoe ain't deserve it

Conscience never guilty even though I'm thinkin' murder

I know them niggas nervous

In the trenches, I think I done got too deep in em

I lost my brother, I can't seem to find peace

Versace sheets, but it's been hard for me to sleep in em

I'm seeing murder, kinda hard for me to eat

I got that sack on me, who want problems with me?

I got that sack on me, who want problem with me?

I got that sack on me, who want problem with me?

I got that sack on me, who want problem with me?