30 Deep lyrics

[Intro: 21 Savage]
(Mike WiLL)
(Young Rari), yeah, yeah (WiLL, WiLL)
(Mike WiLL), yeah, yeah, woah, yeah, woah (WiLL, WiLL)
(Mike WiLL), yeah, woah, woah, woah, woah (WiLL, WiLL)
(Mike WiLL), woah, straight up (Mike WiLL Made-It)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, woah, yeah
Woah, yeah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, straight up, straight up

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
In Mechanicsville, I got my switch, yeah, we thirty deep
SF90, this b*tch cost an M, f*ckin' up your street
Real dranker, pourin' muddy, I see Wockhardt when I pee
I'ma step on all my opps 'til I got bunions on my feet
In the room with cold killers, better bundle up 'round me
21, I'm golden child and they gon' gun you down 'bout me
I still ain't bumped into a b*tch that I felt like I need
I pointed at the ground and she got right down on her knees

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
This a nеw Bottega jacket
Don't f*ck off the monеy, stack it
Buddy work at Lids, cappin'
Draco lights, camera, action
Drive the 'Cat, take off the traction
Put my mask down, get active
Flip the switch, these bullets rapid
I don't scam, but I brought my MAC in
Shoot the promoter, don't play with my backend, pus*y
He on the front page, I eat the plate and the entrée
King Smoke, get a hard-on for gunplay
I'm in one hollow, the one-way
I done got money with the whole town, long live LC Dante
[Verse 2: BabyDrill]
Huh, Young Crew geeked off Addys, n*gga (Geeked up)
Pull up, pop at addys, n*gga (Buh-buh)
Thirty in this Glock, pop out, I turned it automatic, n*gga (Thirty)
Creep on block, it's blastin', n*gga (Yeah)
Freak ho eat me nasty, n*gga (Yeah)
This 'Cat faster than cheetahs when BabyDrill or Evil Savage in it
Caught my opps, we high (High)
I'm talkin' 'bout higher than a pilot, n*gga
Slid with a mask, but they still scream my name 'cause they know I get wicked (BabyDrill)
Fentanyl turn 'em up a notch (Fentanyl)
He don't know nothin' but use the Glocks (Buh-buh)
ScoreGod, rockin' out to Wock'
I'm thug life, feelin' like I'm Pac

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
In Mechanicsville, I got my switch, yeah, we thirty deep
SF90, this b*tch cost an M, f*ckin' up your street
Real dranker, pourin' muddy, I see Wockhardt when I pee
I'ma step on all my opps 'til I got bunions on my feet
In the room with cold killers, better bundle up 'round me
21, I'm golden child and they gon' gun you down 'bout me
I still ain't bumped into a b*tch that I felt like I need
I pointed at the ground and she got right down on her knees