Deep End (freestyle)

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Yeah, turn me up a lil bit
Uh, yeah, yeah
Hold on, cut that shit
Yeah
Let's go, we steppin', can't hop on the wave, this the deep end
Yeah, get up and get to the cash ain't no sleepin'
Yeah, find me a beat and I float while you sinkin'
Nah, can't cuff a thot, you a hoe, ain't no linkin
One way or another, the cash, I'ma get
I'm the realest, these niggas be capped like a fitted
Askin' how I do it, I don't know, I just did it
Gotta get into it, we gon' turn up the city
Uh, big bag, all I know is get cheese
Get a lick back, mask down with the ski
Aye, click-clack, better get on your knees
Nigga, claim he gon' show me, I ain't seen a thing
Yeah, hot glock, bitch, I'm bringin' the heat
Got a mop, glock, on your block, tryna sweep
Sellin' pop rocks, but this shit is not sweet
Heard your bitch wanna f*ck the whole team
Wait
Jeans number nine like Rondo
Y'all niggas see through, built like poncho
Yo bitch tryna f*ck, beat like Bongo
Ballin' real big, make you feel like Lonzo, aye
Ballin' real big, make you feel like Gelo
I make the kitty talk, bitch, say hello
Said he gon' knock me off, I'm like, hell no
Chopper don't think about shit, it just load up and blow
Cash out, need everything in the bag
Aye, mask down, walk down, I do him bad
Nigga, play like he slime, now his toe got a tag
Throwin' shots on the net, bet the chop make him lag
Bet the chop, make him lag, shoot the K through the bricks
And y'all niggas be broke like that shit hard to fix
Bitches talkin' that shit, but I stay out the mix
Hold on, wait, this ho callin', she wanna eat my-
Beat the bitch, I knock the boots off
Been goin' hard, man, y'all niggas too soft
Hold up, pause, y'all niggas too soft
I'm takin' big dubs, y'all niggas too lost
Bringin' the smackdown, Monday night, too raw
Blowin' the vibe, might get your head blew off
Ain't leave a witness, shit, I don't know who saw
Pull up to the party, we knockin' the roof off, gang
Aye we poppin' shit like soda, work the block like my controller
Walkin' down on beats, I told you, it's Lil' Murph if y'all ain't know it, uh
Tote the Glock, can't show it
Y'all won't know until I blow it
Smoke a opp and then we roll it, that shit stankin' that shit potent
Glock punch like Superman, no soulja
We stand on ten, I ain't no folder
Skate down your block, but ain't on rollers
They talkin' tough, get popped like soda, woah
They talkin' tough, but I don't know em
Run through your crib, invade your home
Stay with a Killua like I'm Gon
Yeah, makin' hits straight off the phone

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