30 Deep Songtext
(Mike WiLL)
(Young Rari)
Yeah, yeah (WiLL, WiLL)
(Mike WiLL) Yeah, yeah, woah
Yeah, woah (WiLL, WiLL)
(Mike WiLL) Yeah, woah
Woah, woah, woah (WiLL, WiLL)
(Mike WiLL) Woah, straight up
Yeah, yeah (Mike WiLL Made-It)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Young Rari)
Yeah, yeah (WiLL, WiLL)
(Mike WiLL) Yeah, yeah, woah
Yeah, woah (WiLL, WiLL)
(Mike WiLL) Yeah, woah
Woah, woah, woah (WiLL, WiLL)
(Mike WiLL) Woah, straight up
Yeah, yeah (Mike WiLL Made-It)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, woah, yeah
Woah, yeah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, straight up, straight up
In Mechanicsville, I got my switch, yeah, we thirty deep
SF90, this bitch cost a M, fuckin' up your street
Real dranker pourin' muddy, I see Wockhardt when I pee
I'ma step on all my opps 'til I got bunions on my feet
In the room with cold killers, better bundle up 'round me
21, I'm golden child and they gon' gun you down 'bout me
I still ain't bumped into a bitch that I feel like I need
I pointed at the ground and she got right down on her knees
This a new Bottega jacket
Don't fuck up the money, stack it
Buddy work at Lids, cappin'
Draco, lights, camera, action
Drive the 'Cat, take off the traction
Put my mask down, get active Flip the switch, these bullets rapid
I don't scam, but I brought my MAC in
Shoot the promoter, don't play with my backend, pussy
He on the front page, I eat the plate and a entrée
King smoke, get it hard on for gun play?
I [?] hallow, the one way
I done got money with the whole town
Long live LC Dante
Huh, young crew geeked off Addys, nigga (Geeked up)
Pull up, pop the addys, nigga (Pow, pow)
Thirty in this Glock, pop out, I turned it automatic, nigga (Thirty)
Creep on block it's blastin', nigga (Yeah)
Freak ho eatin' me nasty, nigga (Yeah)
This 'Cat fast than cheetahs with BabyDrill or even Savage in it
Caught my opps, speed high (High)
I'm talkin' 'bout higher than a pilot, nigga
Still wore the mask, but they still scream my name 'cause they know I get wicked (BabyDrill)
Fillin' my [?] I'm up a knot (Fillin' 'em)
Hear about nothin', but used the Glocks (Pow, pow)
Score got rocky [?]
Huh, I'm throwin' like, feelin' like I'm Pac
In Mechanicsville, I got my switch, yeah, we thirty deep
SF90, this bitch cost a M, fuckin' up your street
Real dranker pourin' muddy, I see Wockhardt when I pee
I'ma step on all my opps 'til I got bunions on my feet
In the room with cold killers, better bundle up 'round me
21, I'm golden child and they gon' gun you down 'bout me
I still ain't bumped into a bitch that I feel like I need
I pointed at the ground and she got right down on her knees
Woah, yeah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, straight up, straight up
In Mechanicsville, I got my switch, yeah, we thirty deep
SF90, this bitch cost a M, fuckin' up your street
Real dranker pourin' muddy, I see Wockhardt when I pee
I'ma step on all my opps 'til I got bunions on my feet
In the room with cold killers, better bundle up 'round me
21, I'm golden child and they gon' gun you down 'bout me
I still ain't bumped into a bitch that I feel like I need
I pointed at the ground and she got right down on her knees
This a new Bottega jacket
Don't fuck up the money, stack it
Buddy work at Lids, cappin'
Draco, lights, camera, action
Drive the 'Cat, take off the traction
Put my mask down, get active Flip the switch, these bullets rapid
I don't scam, but I brought my MAC in
Shoot the promoter, don't play with my backend, pussy
He on the front page, I eat the plate and a entrée
King smoke, get it hard on for gun play?
I [?] hallow, the one way
I done got money with the whole town
Long live LC Dante
Huh, young crew geeked off Addys, nigga (Geeked up)
Pull up, pop the addys, nigga (Pow, pow)
Thirty in this Glock, pop out, I turned it automatic, nigga (Thirty)
Creep on block it's blastin', nigga (Yeah)
Freak ho eatin' me nasty, nigga (Yeah)
This 'Cat fast than cheetahs with BabyDrill or even Savage in it
Caught my opps, speed high (High)
I'm talkin' 'bout higher than a pilot, nigga
Still wore the mask, but they still scream my name 'cause they know I get wicked (BabyDrill)
Fillin' my [?] I'm up a knot (Fillin' 'em)
Hear about nothin', but used the Glocks (Pow, pow)
Score got rocky [?]
Huh, I'm throwin' like, feelin' like I'm Pac
In Mechanicsville, I got my switch, yeah, we thirty deep
SF90, this bitch cost a M, fuckin' up your street
Real dranker pourin' muddy, I see Wockhardt when I pee
I'ma step on all my opps 'til I got bunions on my feet
In the room with cold killers, better bundle up 'round me
21, I'm golden child and they gon' gun you down 'bout me
I still ain't bumped into a bitch that I feel like I need
I pointed at the ground and she got right down on her knees
