Deep Thought lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Ayy
Ayy, ayy (From Detroit's west side)
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
That b*tch f*ck with me 'cause I'm a big boss
n*gga, she don't f*ck with you 'cause you big soft
Ayy
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Babys World]
Ayy, I'm in deep thought
I want some sh*t the key talk, what that lease cost?
You on some sh*t that be soft, callin' beef off
Nah, I'm a street boss, boy, the streets talk
I'm knee-deep and they soft
I'm in deep thought
I want some sh*t the key talk, what that lease cost?
You on some sh*t that be soft, callin' beef off
Nah, I'm a street boss, boy, the streets talk
I'm knee-deep and they soft
[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
I was taught to feed my n*ggas, ain't no I in gang
We took them losses, ran it back up through the rain
I'm mad any pus*y n*gga tryna cross my way
I'm done playin', I'm pullin' up on n*ggas broad day
Give a f*ck if you don't like me, I know God love me
This Glock love me, turn that chopper, it's gon' get ugly
It's a lot of punk n*ggas want me dead though
Better off shootin' yourself just like Plaxico
If I wasn't rappin', I'd be whippin' up the best of dope
G74s, call them b*tches them cantaloupes
All these commas when I open up these envelopes
Touch Lonnie Bands, pus*y n*gga, you gon' get smoked

[Chorus: Babys World]
Ayy, I'm in deep thought
I want some sh*t the key talk, what that lease cost?
You on some sh*t that be soft, callin' beef off
Nah, I'm a street boss, boy, the streets talk
I'm knee-deep and they soft
I'm in deep thought
I want some sh*t the key talk, what that lease cost?
You on some sh*t that be soft, callin' beef off
Nah, I'm a street boss, boy, the streets talk
I'm knee-deep and they soft
[Verse 2: ShredGang Mone]
Shred (Shred, shred, shred)
I been ridin' in the Bronx (Uh-huh)
Dolo, blowin' on the 'Wood, a stick in the Glock (Thirty)
Hit his hood with the Drac', I'm like Jack in the box (Hello)
Locked my n*ggas down, but I promise ain't nothin' gon' stop (Nah)
Beef ain't beef 'til one of these n*ggas' partners drop (RIP)
My n*ggas punchin' in them stores, you n*ggas punchin' clocks (Heat, n*gga)
I be on the same tip, what the f*ck is an opp? (Who the f*ck is you?)
We was duckin' from the feds, y'all was duckin' shots (pus*y)
By the time Auty three, I want her daddy rich (Yeah)
Need a new 'vert, Forgis on it with a flatty in it (With a flatty in it)
Who got the strongest Cookie west? You better ask them n*ggas (You better ask them n*ggas)
My b*tch on her way from the Bay with a package with her (Shred)

[Chorus: Babys World]
Ayy, I'm in deep thought
I want some sh*t the key talk, what that lease cost?
You on some sh*t that be soft, callin' beef off
Nah, I'm a street boss, boy, the streets talk
I'm knee-deep and they soft
I'm in deep thought
I want some sh*t the key talk, what that lease cost?
You on some sh*t that be soft, callin' beef off
Nah, I'm a street boss, boy, the streets talk
I'm knee-deep and they soft
[Verse 3: Baby Money]
Ayy, we blow ratchets, a soul snatcher, got cold habits
Got roll habits, the blow slappin', my phone crackin'
I'll bring this chopper in the club, n*gga keep Applin'
If I could find a brick plug, I won't keep rappin'
A hundred phones in one state, take a bite of the apple
Diamonds dance off the lights, that's a chain reaction
I'm in Givenchy with McQueen, I'm a fashion fanatic
Love to see that money trip, got a passion for stackin'
Up catchin' the package, once it land, then it vanish
Mix the Perc' with the Acty, we got blues and Opanas
See it in you b*tches' eyes, y'all ain't 'bout nothin'
This shirt ain't got a sign on it, but it's five hundred

[Chorus: Babys World]
Ayy, I'm in deep thought
I want some sh*t the key talk, what that lease cost?
You on some sh*t that be soft, callin' beef off
Nah, I'm a street boss, boy, the streets talk
I'm knee-deep and they soft
I'm in deep thought
I want some sh*t the key talk, what that lease cost?
You on some sh*t that be soft, callin' beef off
Nah, I'm a street boss, boy, the streets talk
I'm knee-deep and they soft

[Verse 4: BandGang Masoe]
(Money)
My whips ain't got keys, my b*tches charge fees (Uh-huh)
God blessed me like I sneezed (Achoo), that's why I'm so relieved
He ain't gang, make him leave (Gone), hands-on, we gon' squeeze
Out in Cali', different trees, catch flights out for them B's
Bro pop up, I got your P's, yeah, I got your P's
God protect your baby, please, feds wipin' us clean
Real boss, what you mean? Hustles come with the game, n*gga
Want the money, keep the fame, wrong move, watch me bang, n*gga
I can promise you that I will never change, n*gga
'Cause n*ggas change once you start seein' some change, n*gga
Lost my n*gga back-to-back and it changed n*ggas
These n*ggas takin' all these shots, but ain't aimin' with 'em, money

[Chorus: Babys World]
Ayy, I'm in deep thought
I want some sh*t the key talk, what that lease cost?
You on some sh*t that be soft, callin' beef off
Nah, I'm a street boss, boy, the streets talk
I'm knee-deep and they soft
I'm in deep thought
I want some sh*t the key talk, what that lease cost?
You on some sh*t that be soft, callin' beef off
Nah, I'm a street boss, boy, the streets talk
I'm knee-deep and they soft