TBB Cole & Lowkey 83 - Shit Get Deep

Nah fr
What you said
You know this shit get too deep
Shit get deep (Ah Ah)
On me
In that water I'm swimmin shit get deep
I ain't got nomo ops niggas sweet
Leave some in blood the streets RIP
We the reason his face up on a T (Shirt)
Before I learned alphabets I was a G
So much shit I can't tell nobody what I seen
I don't talk to much cause these niggas be police
We just met and I'm in her jaw this bitch a freak
I take loss after loss still come out undefeated
Make the spot hop like bunny rabbits we eat greedy
Trap house watchin cameras police tryna sneak (Trapp)
Everyday catchin plays I gotta serve the feens
Just can't seem to cut out my habit of codeine
Get Love in The hood I feel just like a king
Get that money my stack be taller then yao ming
Don't treat me like no rapper cause my choppa sing
Make a ho sale that pussy for me ima p
I ain't ein gotta speak the bitch know I'm lowkey
I ain't smoking og that's zaza in a leaf
I'm big dawg no og 83 deep in the street
Gotta go on the run just might cut off my dreads
I ain't scared of no man only run from the feds
Cut off both of his hands if he play bout that bread
It can go either way so how you wanna play it
Business trip no vacation get bags In LA
Just for my conversation the hoe gotta pay
Got the baddest bitches they all do what I say
Money over bitches ho don't rush me just wait
We got ammunition call it prop like it's fake
Make a bad decision get you shot in the face
Can't come where I'm from on 83rd ain't safe
Got the trap goin dumb racks fallin out my safe
Wait what you said (You was talkin)
Make sure yo conversation strictly bout bread (Oh ok)
Learnt at a young age hustle keep you fed (Full)
So Aint stopping for shit gotta look straight ahead (On me)
She on time when she meeting wit me (On time)
Only took one time n I knew she was freaky (Freak)
Tell her she all mine I won't set that bih free (Nnah)
Keep thinking that Cole blind nah it's the truth you don't see (You don't see it)
Aye don't worry bout me
Get this shit out the mud
It ain't nun to me (It ain't nun)
You can say what you say you ain't discouraging me (I swear)
Cuz I know you ain't p
Real ones don't go behind ya back damn that shi sweet (Like candy)
Double my cup
Pour a 4 or a 3 (Mud)
Flip it then it's 34 in the key (Shaq)
All dese big bodies we all over the streets
Forever grinding
All we know is compete
Smokin Za it got me on new levels (Shhh gas)
I can't just get by know I gotta just do better
No I ain't gon crap out go and make me some new chedda
We the type to get it we don't care bout no rules (Fuck)
You gon rock out or you get left and lose
Ain't rushing no vibe we just naturally cool
Gotta keep my eyes open so I pick n choose
When it come to that bread you know I'll act a fool
Knocking her shi down like watt
Got her titties jumping like we playing hop scotch (Jump jump)
Put the bih straight to sleep knock knock
It's gon end in defeat nigga why plot
Nobody understandin I'm finna pop
Ion wan see no one hand out when I got some guap
Think I'm seeing the future so I cannot stop
I refuse to slip gotta get off the block yea
Business trip no vacation get bags In LA
Just for my conversation the hoe gotta pay
Got the baddest bitches they all do what I say
Money over bitches ho don't rush me just wait
We got ammunition call it prop like it's fake
Make a bad decision get you shot in da face
Can't come where I'm from on 83rd ain't safe
Got the trap goin' dumb racks fallin' out my safe

Written by:
Earl Gresham, Jonathan Cole

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