Deeper Than Rap - Young Nudy

Okay, yeah

Shit deeper than rap, yeah

I done seen a lot of niggas fall off tryna play with the trap, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Shit deeper than rap, yeah (Yeah, COUPE)

Send 'em round your way, you know that they smash shit, yeah (Okay)

Anything for that money, I go dumb dumb (Go dumb dumb), special ed

Sippin' these drugs, I’m pissing out the red

All of this green, you know that we selling that

Smoke a whole pound, we don’t do the pitty-pat

It ain’t 'bout money, then nigga not hearin' that

All of this money, you know that I’m gettin' that

Trappin' and robbin' and rappin', I’m gettin' that (Okay, yeah)

Fuck on your bitch, now you have your feelings back

Beefing 'bout bitches, man, I am not into that

Internet tit-for-tat, I am not into that

Talking 'bout smoke with me, nigga, we killin' that

Bustin' my gun, man, I hope that you shoot it back

Don’t bring no doo-doo, the chopper know child-play (Know child-play)

Shit deeper than rap, yeah (Yeah)

I done seen a lot of niggas fall off tryna play with that trap, yeah (With that

strap)

Shit deeper than rap, yeah (Shit deeper than rap)

You keep a strap, yeah (Keep a strap)

You bust somebody, you know you better not say nothin', might get locked up

(Yeah)

Shit deeper than rap, yeah (Shit deeper than rap)

Your bitch done fucked your partners so you mad about it, don’t have no fit

about it

Just go fuck another bitch (Yeah)

This shit deeper than rap, yeah (Deeper than rap)

Gotta make money, them hoes gon' ask for it

When you got them drugs, a country boy, you know you gotta tax for it (Yeah)

Shit deeper than rap

Ask about Nudy, shawty keep a strap

Talk about robbin', buddy, that’s a wrap

And this right here no rap cap (Yeah)

I’m known by this shit, keep big straps (Yeah)

I’m posted in the hood with your bitch on my lap (Yeah)

I fold these pussy niggas just like a napkin

Niggas know what’s happenin', yeah

I’m a Blood, you a Blood, nigga know what’s brackin'

Set trip, man, you know I get to smashin'

Real right nigga, niggas know what’s happenin'

Say you want smoke, then catch me in traffic

I’m gettin' money, broke niggas not havin'

You talking 'bout beef, you got me laughin'

I be gettin' money, that is a habit

Send 'em round your way, you know that they smash shit, yeah (Okay)

Anything for that money, I go dumb dumb (Go dumb dumb), special ed

Sippin' these drugs, I’m pissing out the red

All of this green, you know that we selling that

Smoke a whole pound, we don’t do the pitty-pat

It ain’t 'bout money, then nigga not hearin' that

All of this money, you know that I’m gettin' that

Trappin' and robbin' and rappin', I’m gettin' that (Okay, yeah)

Fuck on your bitch, now you have your feelings back

Beefing 'bout bitches, man, I am not into that

Internet tit-for-tat, I am not into that

Talking 'bout smoke with me, nigga, we killin' that

Bustin' my gun, man, I hope that you shoot it back

Don’t bring no doo-doo, the chopper know child-play (Know child-play)

Nothin' but the chopper, you know how we play

We just like the Wesson, you know how we spray

If I was cowboy, then make me a K

I’m just like John Wick with that shit, I don’t play

I don’t need no nigga 'round me, I’ma spray

I been playin' with guns since I was like eight

I got my first gun when I was thirteen

I fell in love with the Glock, added a beam

I got a lot of money, stick to my team

I got it, didn’t stop, what the fuck do they mean?

They say that they fuck with our cap on the scene

You play with us, nigga, we murder your scene

And yellow tape surrounding you and your team

I’m Majin Buu with the smoke, I blow the steam

You know I’m Big Slime, I wipe your nose clean

Finesse him out the money, sell him a dream

I sold him some sugar, he thought it was clean

You should’ve checked the pack before that you leave

Now I’m splittin' that money with my team

Everybody eat, gotta feed the team

I got the white bitch, I got the cream

Long time comin', this shit was a dream

Big dawg, nigga, like Martin Luther King

Raise my hand, they listen to me

I feel like Malcom X when I got heat

I’m not Muslim, but it’s fuck the police

Fuck them crackers, hope them motherfuckers see

That I came out a real nigga, and a bitch nigga, I can’t be

And you know I bang big B, my pockets fillin' up with big C’s (Big blue C)

I am a shark in the water, jump in this bitch and I gotta eat

(I gotta eat, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Send 'em round your way, you know that they smash shit, yeah (Okay)

Anything for that money, I go dumb dumb (Go dumb dumb), special ed

Sippin' these drugs, I’m pissing out the red

All of this green, you know that we selling that

Smoke a whole pound, we don’t do the pitty-pat

It ain’t 'bout money, then nigga not hearin' that

All of this money, you know that I’m gettin' that

Trappin' and robbin' and rappin', I’m gettin' that (Okay, yeah)

Fuck on your bitch, now you have your feelings back

Beefing 'bout bitches, man, I am not into that

Internet tit-for-tat, I am not into that

Talking 'bout smoke with me, nigga, we killin' that

Bustin' my gun, man, I hope that you shoot it back

Don’t bring no doo-doo, the chopper know child-play

Nothin' but the chopper, you know how we play

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I gotta eat, yeah