Deepee
Quick, phoned up bro and he gave me a brick
Hopped out the cab, never came in a whip
Box in the bag, not trainers and kicks
On a trap round, ain't changing a bit
With a mad ground
And that came through my bitch
Tell a Nigga act right
I was slaved to a pit
But came with shit's
Say something on my hip, like Jada Kiss
I got a D blow, that's against law
I don't ever leave that for attention
Peace now, I don't care if you messed now
Tell a nigga better be round
If he get law
Fuck your dead squad
And your CD, and your CD
And your best doll
I just put a hammer down

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