Deep End lyrics

[Intro: Guap Tarantino]
Ayy, ayy
Ooh, ooh (DMC, you global now, n*gga)
Ooh, ooh
Yak, slatty, smoke it (Ooh, ooh, ayy)

[Chorus: Guap Tarantino & Calboy]
Got to get that bag 'cause I need it (Woo)
Got a thot and she not from this region (Yeah)
Told that b*tch to f*ck me like she mean it (What?)
Ayy, don't you go tweakin' (Let's go)
Got a bro in the cut and he creepin' (Brr)
Yeah, I from the deep end (Woo)
Better watch what you say, it get heated (Yeah, yeah)
Swear that n*ggas gon' die from what he did
I was chasin' that cake, now it's all on me (All on me)
I had to go get racks causally (I)
I ain't gon' f*ck on a girl causally
Yeah, none of these pills in me
f*ck with my gang, get some stress with me
I'm in my own lane, ain't no catchin' me (Yeah, yeah)
I keep that stick, n*gga pressin' me
I got that bag, ain't no missin' me (R-R-racks, sheesh)

[Verse 1: Guap Tarantino & Calboy]
I just want count up the dead
He get to tweakin', it's off with his head (Off with his head)
Heard he want play with that bread
I'm sendin' shots and I mean what I said (Mean what I said)
b*tch, I be rollin' in red
Roll up da Glock I won't aim at his leg (Won't aim at his leg)
b*tch, I've been rollin' off meds
Pop a lil perc and f*ck her like I'm Ed
Had to f*ck her on a meds (Meds)
I had to count me a check (Check)
I can't f*ck with them young n*ggas
Gangin' and robin', came with the sadness
I keep poppin' these percs and rodness
I just keep countin' them dead (Racks, racks, racks)
Lil boy, get that pressure off your chest (Lil boy)
Boy, you're broke and she leave disgraced (Leaved disgraced)
[Chorus: Guap Tarantino & Calboy]
Got to get that bag 'cause I need it (Woo)
Got a thot and she not from this region (Yeah)
Told that b*tch to f*ck me like she mean it (What?)
Ayy, don't you go tweakin' (Let's go)
Got a bro in the cut and he creepin' (Brr)
Yeah, I from the deep end (Woo)
Better watch what you say, it get heated (Yeah, yeah)
Swear that n*ggas gon' die from what he did
I was chasin' that cake, now it's all on me (All on me)
I had to go get racks causally (I)
I ain't gon' f*ck on a girl causally
Yeah, none of these pills in me
f*ck with my gang, get some stress with me
I'm in my own lane, ain't no catchin' me
I keep that stick, n*gga pressin' me (Yeah)
I got that bag, ain't no missin' me

[Verse 2: Guap Tarantino & Calboy]
n*gga want smoke, but a n*gga don't love that
I got two hoes with me gettin' real bypass
My body a Gucci, a Pucci, Chanel on my neck
The water so fine that she try it
In my high school, we was servin' them lessons
We might get kicked out for fightin'
Yeah, I'm in a mouth like "I try that" (Ooh racks)
See got I sight it
I bought a Birkin 'cause my b*tch a hotie
I had to get off the molly
I got a fifty, might catch me a body
Most of my n*ggas do killings and robbery's
Feelin' like perkys 'cause we 'bout to body
I fell in love with this icey, it's callin'
I got a new b*tch, she look like a model
I told her "Suck on this di*k like a bottle"
[Chorus: Guap Tarantino & Calboy]
Got to get that bag 'cause I need it (Woo)
Got a thot and she not from this region (Yeah)
Told that b*tch to f*ck me like she mean it (What?)
Ayy, don't you go tweakin' (Let's go)
Got a bro in the cut and he creepin' (Brr)
Yeah, I from the deep end (Woo)
Better watch what you say, it get heated (Yeah, yeah)
Swear that n*ggas gon' die from what he did
I was chasin' that cake, now it's all on me (All on me)
I had to go get racks causally (I)
I ain't gon' f*ck on a girl causally
Yeah, none of these pills in me
f*ck with my gang, get some stress with me
I'm in my own lane, ain't no catchin' me (Yeah, yeah)
I keep that stick, n*gga pressin' me (Brr)
I got that bag, ain't no missin' me (R-R-racks, sheesh)