It Get Deeper - 42 Dugg

Young and turnt

Hey, I’m doin' for the bottom, everybody gotta do sum'

Cuban link, two-tone (Savage)

Bitch I roll, I trap with two phones (Dawg), yeah

Life, three cars and two homes (Skrrt, pull up)

Nigga, what the fuck is you on?

(What you on?)

Yeah, turn it up

Put my feelings to the side, bitch, we got a bag

Why move to the A?

It’s closer to the Nash'

I been fuckin' with that yay, I’m down to my last rounds, yeah

Lil' 'cuz been hittin' the work but I’m needed

I seen his murder, whole, half, like I’m greedy

Fell out with my best friend over six grams

Now I ain’t got a best man but I got fans

Show you how to stretch ten turn it to a hunnid

I just did five hunnid, bitch, this summer

So anything gun or eighteen, bitch, run 'em

Or anybody payin' forty-five when you want 'em, it get deeper

My nigga got a dark cloud over his soul

We all arrested, niggas fuckin' our hoes

He prolly feeling' bad, like baby, «I kinda feel»

Me, I fly bad bitch out still

Main bitches, I got twelve, sad bitches, prolly ten

She say I fucker her friend, I mean, I prolly did

And I don’t feel bad, my nigga, I gotta live

Turn that switch on, what kinda lame switch that nigga bitch on

Free my nigga Act', he shoulda been home

Won’t hit the road with nothing that got flint on it

Long sleeve Caddy with the tint on it

Took her to the set, blew a ten on her

That’s your bitch with doggy, bone, I been on her

It get deeper

Remember late nights lurkin', ridin' with the reapers

Remember I lost that lil' one, twenties, up in the cleaners

Get your shit pushed back, nigga, we been cookin' rap niggas

King of West city, bitch, I been took that nigga

I ain’t finessed the city out of shit, nigga, I got fire

Range truck, Caddy, whatever, nigga, I’ll buy it