10 DEEP (feat. Cloroxcide)

There was something on the right, it was very- unsettling I saw Maybe some other way them, them, tally folk Driving about in their cars but I- I don't think it was I think it was something else Break it out, throw it up, mix that shit up in my cup Brea- Break it out, throw it up, mix that shit up in my cup Brea- Break it out, throw it up, mix that shit up- Break it ou- break it, break it, break it, break it Pulling up ten deep with that fucking chop on me Vest under the jersey we know you police I be serving weight, make yo' block OD Two head bands like this shit was '03 Ten deep with that fucking chop on me Vest under the jersey we know you police I be serving weight, make yo' block OD Two head bands like this shit was '03 Shot him in his bourbon and then he crashed Cases hit the floor now you piss in a bag Dust him 'til he down now he singing like Nav I might kill a Crip if he call me a crab Spin ya' block, like a Beyblade, you won't get paid Pussy run up wit' a switchblade make him mayday Shoot both ways like its gunplay make you vacate I ran out of bars but I know you do not gangbang Bitch, it's not my fault that you chose to fuckin' talk loud Always on that meat but you never seem to walk out Slam the door, I'm breaking faces, kill the whore, I'm full of hatred Rat again, I'll break ya' braces, rat again, you will be bracing Pussy want to talk but he never say "What's up" hoe Rappers want to speak they don't even know my name though Put you in the dirt, yeah I put you in the ground It's not my fucking call but I'll throw you in the dog pou- Ten deep with that fucking chop on me Vest under the jersey we know you police I be serving weight, make yo' block OD Two head bands like this shit was '03 Ten deep with that fuckin' chop on me Vest under the jersey we know you police I be serving weight, make yo' block OD Two head bands like this shit was '03 (C-lo is that nigga) Why you talking on my name, like what the f*ck's up? You don't wanna do no fighting you just talk tough I just pulled up in this bitch with some damn nunchucks You don't tote no damn Glock put yo gun up Voices talking, I don't know what to say, I cannot function Upper-cutting your damn mouth cause you keep on talking Talk on KLT then your damn mouth is what I'll keep on stomping Got the bands up on me in this bitch you know I'll keep on popping Know there's haters on my dick they going to keep on stalking Got these bands up in the whip and I'mma keep on jogging Rolling up in this bitch, know the feds watching Get the f*ck up off my line if you ain't bout cake talking Like bitch what the fucks up, like put your motherfucking Knucks up Like bitch that's the wrong song but you know a nigga got to stay up Like bitch what the fucks up, like put your motherfucking Knucks up Like bitch that's the wrong song but you know a nigga got to stay up Pulling up ten deep with that fucking chop on me Vest under the jersey we know you police I be serving weight, make yo' block OD Two head bands like this shit was '03 Ten deep with that fucking chop on me Vest under the jersey we know you police I be serving weight, make yo' block OD Two head bands like this shit was '03 Ten deep with that fucking chop on me Vest under the jersey we know you police I be serving weight, make yo' block OD Two head bands like this shit was '03-e-e-e