In Too Deep

Project baby, I might need some fucking Similac

(Due to some violent content, parental discretion is advised)

I'm in too deep, your boy deeper than a rap

I'ma just let my soul bleed on the track

Check your resume, and you ain't living like that

You the main reason why your dog got wack

I'm only for the cheese, you a freeze, you a rat

You the main reason why your dog got trapped

Before I ever chase her, I'd rather chase the yacht

Street **** after paper, I ain't playing, I'ma snap

Living in denial, juvenile, back to back

Hit your house, throw all the gold in a pillow sack

**** take your chances, whole lives shooting crap

We just hit a lick for ten bands, it's a wrap

I'm a section 8, Taliban with a strap

Molly Santan, beach sand in my cap

Yeah I could pass the weed, but I ain't pass the FCAT

I'm probably playing sleep, 'cause I ain't trying to text back

They found the contraband in my mac

I had to sneak a pen in my cell to write a rap

I'm extorting ****, want dinner and snack

Told 'em I'ma split 'em if I see 'em eat that

I'm vibing in the booth, I just kick my feet back

She ride me in the coupe, had to push my seat back

I watched my dog shape back, just to relapse

I'm blowing on OG, you smoking green crack

I just got a slow leak in my tree rap

That head got me locking up, call her beeswax

Better keep your Smith and Wesson, you might need that

357, E told me, keep that

Keep your boy well protected like a knee cap

Knock knock, bang bang, where the cheese at?

Glock pop, bang bang, where your keys at?

Don't you say a damn thing and I mean that

Ran across the power after cool got snatched

I was on the I, when the coupe caught a flat

That's the same nigh when SuWu shot Black

I wasn't even there to tell you if we shot back