LYRIC

Deep End* Lyrics

NLE Choppa 

[Intro]
You know what we doin’
You know how we comin’
They know how we sprayin’
It’s about 3 o’clock in the mornin’
Ay, yo Ran, turn that up
NLE the Top Shotta
Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
DJ Kidd, this a hit for sure

[Chorus]
I’m lookin’ at my gun like “Do I need it?”
God protect me from my demons
I’m lookin’ at my bitch like “Can you please me?”
‘Cause my heart, it just be greedy
I’m lookin’ at my pockets, it got obese
I was hungry, now I’m greedy
Want everybody come get them a piece
But it will be a jungle I’ll be feedin’
Which partner we murder, that’s how we get even
Jump in that water, you left in the deep end
.223 shells comin’ out the AR, you know that they ringin’
Graveyard steppers, we done got [?] out of the [?]
They know we [?], the murder increase

[Verse 1]
If I give you love, are you gon’ give it back? Or I’m I gonna have to hurt for that?
If they get me up, and come and cut me up, are you gon’ try to stay attached?
We can run it up, Bentley truck
Glizzy tucked, with a hunnid racks
Told her fuck it up, thug love, make sure that you got my back
‘Cause niggas watchin’ me, they want my place, they want my spot
I hope they see this glee, ’cause I’m clutchin’ on my Glock
They say they after me, but they watchin’ from a far
We hit the whole car, knock the doors off, then my nigga drove off
Graduated, feelin’ like I made it, told my momma thank you for her patience
Trials and tribulations that I was facin’, you thought you were losing your baby
Losing your hair, you was losing your care
I ain’t gon’ lie, I had you goin’ crazy
Losing myself, I can’t find myself so [?]

[Chorus]
I’m lookin’ at my gun like “Do I need it?”
God protect me from my demons
I’m lookin’ at my bitch like “Can you please me?”
‘Cause my heart, it just be greedy
I’m lookin’ at my pockets, it got obese
I was hungry, now I’m greedy
Want everybody come get them a piece
But it will be a jungle I’ll be feedin’
Which partner we murder, that’s how we get even
Jump in that water, you left in the deep end
.223 shells comin’ out the AR, you know that they ringin’
Graveyard steppers, we done got [?] out of the [?]
They know we [?], the murder increase

[Verse 2]
Ayy, she a drug abuser, she like drug music
Ayy, want me a Franck Muller might call my jeweler
Ayy, might go to the bank, want all my money in blue
Ayy, keep it a hunnid and I might just spoil
People that left me, they changed, they split up
Who gonna help me, when I’m tryna get up?
Relaxin’ my pain, I got drugs in my system
Going out to drink, but I said I won’t sip now
I [?] make a name of the victim
You get the picture, come get your issue
Feelin’ the tension, showin’ no pitty
Make the decision to kill him don’t diss him
Few niggas after me, they want my place, they want my spot
Them niggas after me, they want my jewels, and all my guap
You niggas after me they want the hoes and all the cars
You niggas after me, fuck it they want all the cash

[Chrous]
I’m lookin’ at my gun like “Do I need it?”
God protect me from my demons
I’m lookin’ at my bitch like “Can you please me?”
‘Cause my heart, it just be greedy
I’m lookin’ at my pockets, it got obese
I was hungry, now I’m greedy
Want everybody come get them a piece
But it will be a jungle I’ll be feedin’
Which partner we murder, that’s how we get even
Jump in that water, you left in the deep end
.223 shells comin’ out the AR, you know that they ringin
Graveyard steppers, we done got [?] out of the [?]
They know we [?], the murder increase

[Outro]
Brrt
NLE the Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda

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