3P Synco - Deep

(It's deep as hell in here)
(We got hella niggas in the section)
(Making bitches rake money off the floor)
Whole lotta smoke and we in this bitch deep
That lil dumb bitch gone get fucked if she keep looking at me
Nigga you know we got some tree
We got everything you need
And you know we put it on, yeah, we all looking so flee
A nigga get popped he think it's sweet
Racks in my pocket she grabbin on my heat
Know I'm taxin for a feat
Need my pape, I Remember I used to fathom about a three
Man these niggas weak
Man these niggas sweet, like the one you get on yo teeth
We get to sliding its duck duck geese
And all I seen was murder
I used to pray for the better
Lord knows that I'll never settle
I thank God, I sorta made it out, cause I came from the ghetto
For all of that shit I been through, need a Purple Hearted medal
Boy it was harder than ever
Your first memory was with yo family, yeah, you was with yo mother
Growing up it was a struggle, swear all we had was each other
Felt like we would always suffer
Then I got to some pape and my life had started to buffer
I'm just tryna put a 100k in each them chrome heart duffle
Bitches don't wanna fuck with my mood, yeah she say that I'm too stuck up
Let a nigga play me wrong, then you know that ima buck up
Don't get uneasy for JPack, yeah, you knowin, that's it's one up
Whole lotta smoke and we in this bitch deep
That lil dumb bitch gone get fucked if she keep looking at me
Nigga you know we got some tree
We got everything you need
And you know we put it on, yeah, we all looking so flee
A nigga get popped he think it's sweet
Racks in my pocket she grabbin on my heat
Know I'm taxin for a feat
Need my pape, I Remember I used to fathom about a three
When that stick get to hittin I dare you not to duck
And he on e right now but we gone go and fill em up
Got oss I was hard headed I did not give one fuck
23 Compact but the k big, like Giannis off the bucks
We throwin money in here making bitches rake it up
Bitch you tweaken asking me for a 30 dollar front
Gotta take yo lip gloss off rn, bitch you better not hit my blunt
And you know that saying, yeah when it's up, then it's stuck
Whole lotta smoke and we in this bitch deep
That lil dumb bitch gone get fucked if she keep looking at me
Nigga you know we got some tree
We got everything you need
And you know we put it on, yeah, we all looking so flee
A nigga get popped he think it's sweet
Racks in my pocket she grabbin on my heat
Know I'm taxin for a feat,
Need my pape, I Remember I used to fathom about a three
(All I seen was murder)
(I used to pray for the better)
(I came from the ghetto)
(I need a Purple Hearted medal)
(I need a Purple Hearted medal)

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3P Synco

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