30 Deep lyrics

Intro:
You ever just...
Look around..
And see your n*ggas?
See all my n*ggas

HOOK x2:
Looking to the left and to the right, see all my n*ggas
Same n*ggas that I started with, all my n*ggas
And we all up... all my n*ggas
All us... all my n*ggas


Verse 1:
I ain't going back and forth with a pus*y n*gga if you talk crazy, no discussion
I'mma pop another bottle take another n*gga b*tch to the crib like it's nothin'
All them boys got cars, all them boys got cash, all them boys stay stuntin'
All them boys stay hatin', they don't want it, they don't want it, they don't want it, no
What you know about, buying champagne just to pour it out
n*gga, pull up in the club you dont know about
What you know about, young n*gga gettin' mula
Smoking Mary Jane, live the thug life like 2Pac
Ooh, what you call that?
Private plane taking off with all my n*ggas
sh*t, carried on sh*t
I'm just trynna stay real, I'm just trynna stay real
So many other n*ggas doing that fake sh*t but they ain't nothin' fake over here, noo