4 deep lyrics

[Intro: Kankan]
(Desire)
(b*tch, haha)
He think he better than me, ha
That n*gga actin' crazy
That n*gga actin', uh-uh
He think he better than me, uh
He think he better than me, yeah

[Verse 1: Kankan]
He think he better than me (Ha)
I'm with the guys, four deep (I'm with the guys, four deep)
These n*ggas tryna deceive it, huh (Tryna deceive it)
And the Draco sing like The Weeknd (Huh)
I'm on codeine, I'm in the deep end
I don't want your love, you can keep it (Huh, uh-uh)
Why you actin' like I need you? Uh (Uh-uh)
Half of thеse n*ggas, they see through
Half of thesе hoes, they ran through
Might catch a flight out to Cancun (Cancun)
I remember we was eatin' canned food (Canned food)
New ARP and it came with a handle (Handle)
Have my young n*ggas just go blam you (Uh-uh)
Turn your lil' ass right to soul food (Huh, uh-uh)
n*gga, I don't you (Uh-uh), boy, you a ho (Ha)
n*gga, I don't you, I ain't hold you (Yeah), we'll ho you (Ha)
I'm from the south eatin' soul food (Eatin' soul food)
I've been tryna put my cup down
I've been tryna put the pills down (I've been tryna put the pills down)
If you go against us, you'll get put down (Uh, you'll get put down)
Them n*ggas hoes, they can't come around (They can't come around)
[Chorus: Desire]
Yeah, I'm in this b*tch with a new Glock (Huh)
Yeah, ten ball in my pocket, no lie (My pocket, no lie)
Yeah, kicked the b*tch out the spot, she was dry (Was dry)
Yeah, I get so high, that's no lie
I keep that rod on me, he better not try (Try)
Got on that Maison Margiela, I'm fly (Fly)
Yeah, I really put on anything
He like to cap for the live (Phew)
He see that fire, know you got blicked (Phew, phew)
He was talkin' all that hot sh*t
n*gga, where you at? Better have ya stick (Stick)
When I catch ya, be ready to bang (Bang)
Mixin' these drugs 'cause they heal the pain (Pain)
Spendin' them dead guys on Helmut Lang (Hey, hey)
I know you a scholar, come and give me brain (Brain, huh)
Yeah, these n*ggas live up to the hype
They like to type, he can get sniped (Sniped)
She a freak with a BBL (Yeah, yeah)
She ridin' that di*k just like a bike (Huh)

[Verse 2: Desire]
Yeah, that stupid n*gga talkin' 'bout he gon' take my life
Yeah, aight, yeah
Them VVS' love to fight, yeah
Them FMJs love to bite (FMJs love to bite)
[Chorus: Desire]
Yeah, I'm in this b*tch with a new Glock (Huh)
Yeah, ten ball in my pocket, no lie (My pocket, no lie)
Yeah, kicked the b*tch out the spot, she was dry (Was dry)
Yeah, I get so high, that's no lie
I keep that rod on me, he better not try (Try)
Got on that Maison Margiela, I'm fly (Fly)
Yeah, I really put on anything
He like to cap for the live (Phew)
He see that fire, know you got blicked (Phew, phew)
He was talkin' all that hot sh*t
n*gga, where you at? Better have ya stick (Stick)
When I catch ya, be ready to bang (Bang)
Mixin' these drugs 'cause they heal the pain (Pain)
Spendin' them dead guys on Helmut Lang (Hey, hey)
I know you a scholar, come and give me brain (Brain, huh)
Yeah, these n*ggas live up to the hype (Hahaha)
They like to type, he can get sniped (Sniped)
She a freak with a BBL (Yeah)
She ridin' that di*k just like a bike (Just like a bike)