[Intro: RealBleeda]
\nToo deep in her belly
\nToo deep, too deep in in her, too deep in her—
\nI'm 'bout to put this shit
\nYou know I'm gon' crack his fuckin' top (What up, DeMoe?)
\nLook
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\n[Verse 1: RealBleeda]
\nThrow up a V wherever I'm at, you could be a hat
\nAll that stuntin' in front them hoes gon' get your pussy ass bat
\nIt take bread to go to war, say you got racks and I ain't whack
\nYou can run, but you can't hide, bro got the front, we got the back
\nThey know that it be murder when I slide and that's a fact
\nI'm tryna turn you purple, steady surfin', like where you at?
\nYou ever seen a nigga flat like a mat with his eyes missin'
\nIt ain't no car, bro, that's a boat, look how the tires missin'
\nUh, told that lil' bitch I shot from the side in it (Uh, uh)
\nYou in the car with them lil' boys, you gon' get fried in it (Uh, uh)
\nSincе they four deep, it's gon' be four homicides in it
\nWhеn my cousin died, I was in that car, outside a house, I slept and cried in it
\nThen when they take his lick I put that bitch on his back
\nYou know who killed your brother, nigga, stop all of the actin'
\nGet in the field and get a kill 'cause that business what I'm standin' on
\nAnd I put belt to ass, I'm not the one to lay a hand on
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\n[Chorus: RealBleeda]
\nAnd that's just the way I step, plus I heard how you dissed me, bitch, I'm takin' your breath
\nI'm booted up to the ceilin', bitch, I'm way up there
\nI went too deep in her belly and she couldn't stay up there
\nAnd that's just the way I step
\nGo to playin' like you crazy and get put on a shelf
\nPussy clean with a bag and she take care of herself
\nFuck what he said, knock off his head, he ain't gon' say nothin' else
\nI see the vison, nigga, why you got that gun and ain't gon' shoot it?
\nI don't get niggas, put bread on his top, they hit his kufi
\nPut us on that same block, I know they got the drop but ain't gon' use
\nI let her roll up my opps while my fingers stuffed in her coochie
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\n[Verse 2: BabyChiefDoit]
\nMonday to Sunday, X pill beatin' me (Monday)
\nI'm not shit, that's why my ho keep leavin' me (She gone)
\nThe ho keep treatin' me, she tellin' me she hate it here (What?)
\nIt ain't gotta be smoke, but, nigga, we can take it there (We can take it there)
\nStop muggin', I would hate to crack a face in here
\nSpinnin' every party, hopin' that we can catch a face in here (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
\nTry me, I triple dare, she cheated but I didn't care (I ain't give a fuck, I ain't give a fuck)
\nI got problems and I know it, I'm self aware (Self aware)
\nKnow that I like sayin' bitch, what the fuck you thinkin', bitch?
\nYou just got from out the shower, why the fuck you stankin' bitch
\nI think you a janky bitch, a whole hanky panky bitch
\nWhy you askin' if I'm sober, the fuck you think I'm thinkin', bitch?
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\n[Chorus: RealBleeda]
\nAnd that's just the way I step, plus I heard how you dissed me, bitch, I'm takin' your breath
\nI'm booted up to the ceilin', bitch, I'm way up there
\nI went too deep in her belly and she couldn't stay up there
\nAnd that's just the way I step
\nGo to playin' like you crazy and get put on a shelf
\nPussy clean with a bag and she take care of herself
\nFuck what he said, knock off his head, he ain't gon' say nothin' else
\nI see the vison, nigga, why you got that gun and ain't gon' shoot it?
\nI don't get niggas, put bread on his top, they hit his kufi
\nPut us on that same block, I know they got the drop but ain't gon' use
\nI let her roll up my opps while my fingers stuffed in her coochie\n\n
