It Get Deeper Pt. 2

(专辑： Free Dem Boyz - 2021)

Never bite the hand that feeds you bro
Niggas greedy
Never felt what it was like to be loved
Bitches be cheap
Finally got my hand on some paper
I'm gettin even

Main mans turned into a hater
This shit deep
Over money
You'll turn your back on your brother
Cause of money
I don't know a bitch who
Really love me
Ain't it funny

I could fill the east up with hundreds
Make a freak fuck for nothing
I don't beef much at all
Still in the hood reminiscing about my dawgs
Every time my nigga call
I show out for him

My bitch been in the house of course
I been goin out more
Fuck I need clout for
I can't be outscored

For all my niggas that's callin
Bitch I'm still ballin
43 for these
And I'll pay Mike Jordan

But I play em like stockton
These bitches selling like oxys

He a hating nigga pop em
Gettin rich the only option
Bitch I grew up with the doctors
You little niggas imposters

Might invest a couple houses
All of Houston for my youngin
Looking for pints of wocky
Who ain't gettin money stop it
I might up a million dollars

I done fucked a million bitches
Bitch I got a million problems

Nah for real
Next time a nigga diss us
He getting killed
Bitches think they're slick not slick enough
Baby I see you
If you think you can do this shit without me
Then so be it
The rest of my time and money
Being spent on appeals

Crib on the hill
Bad bitch who like to chill
Doggy bone on her nails
Free my fucking Uncle Nell

Million dollars on this bail
Don't give a fuck no more
Real recognize real
Yeah I don't trust no hoe
Real recognize real
Yeah I don't trust no hoe

Never bite the hand that feeds you bro
Niggas greedy
Never felt what it was like to be loved
Bitches be cheap
Finally got my hand on some paper
I'm gettin even

Main mans turned into a hater
This shit deep
Over money
You'll turn your back on your brother
Cause of money
I don't know a bitch who
Really love me
Ain't it funny

I could fill the east up with hundreds
Make a freak fuck for nothing
I don't beef much at all
Still in the hood reminiscing about my dawgs
Every time my nigga call
I show out for him

My bitch been in the house of course
I been goin out more
Fuck I need clout for
I can't be outscored

You know a nigga came from the slums
What's crackin to the pastor
Got faith from all the guns
Hand held with a drum on a nigga
If not three
It got one on a nigga
Give em my all
I don't stunt on my niggas

Aye tell me if you with me
My nigga or you gone leave

Why I never get the same love
Cause I'm me and my drugs told me
You could be something special
On Reese

How the fuck am I stressin
Thought I didn't need you
Back and forth on this tether
It ain't easy

Mama please show me
How to save my money
I remember countin down
90 days I'm comin

Never bite the hand that feeds you bro
Niggas greedy
Never felt what it was like to be loved
Bitches be cheap
Finally got my hand on some paper
I'm gettin even

Main mans turned into a hater
This shit deep
Over money
You'll turn your back on your brother
Cause of money
I don't know a bitch who
Really love me
Ain't it funny

I could fill the east up with hundreds
Make a freak fuck for nothing
I don't beef much at all
Still in the hood reminiscing about my dawgs
Every time my nigga call
I show out for him

My bitch been in the house of course
I been goin out more
Fuck I need clout for
I can't be outscored