In Too Deep

(Verse 1)

Pull on you block with that choppa'

Pop that bitch, bout to go blocka'

Crack his head like a lobster

N***a fuck a pair of pradas

My shoes Balenciaga

Bitch I be rocking them robin

Bitch I been smoking like rastas

My n***a, them choppas are hotter than lava

I'm at your head like your barber

You n***as is hoes on my daughter

I'm gangsta because of my father

The bullets put him in the doctor

And I'm calling my bitch a clout goddess

They like "Clout God go the hardest"

I'm rolling so hard off these yoppers

I'm flyer than three helicopters



I just put your bitch on my roster

Polos, I blow em they bust

Fucked her for a hundred dollars

Fuck the world without no condom

I told that bitch she won get nothing

Smoke a whole O, call it onion

My n***as they hop out they dumpin

These fuck boys start hollering then running



(Intermission)



(Verse 2)

Pull up on yo block with that Glock out

Cuz that bitch bout to go blocka

Dressed in all black, black out

30 shots, I'm bout to mop out

Kick in the door of your trap house

Tryna run up, blow yo back out

Hunnid bandz, bout to sack out

I'm the Clout God in Chiraq now

Bullets start flying by that's ten down

Bullets gon hit him that's man down

I think I need me a damn crown

Potato you won't hear a damn sound

I swear these n***as some damn clowns

Why do my pants sag?

Because these bitches pulling my pants down

I'm checking this damn bag

I swear that these n***as imposters

I'm Clout God I kill (on waters?)

My shorties they shooting they poppin

Yo girl is a thot and she swallow

These n***as talking like they important

I'm balling they calling me Jordan

I'm old school and sit on my fortune

My bitch is so bad and she foreign