Deeper

Slammin

Half a thang of heron in the bathroom

Keep an ak and the backup in the backroom

Cook a meal clean and she suck me like a vacuum

Took a vacation to the county, I'll be back soon

Sent a couple zero's, money on my j-pay

Payin off the c-o's, smoking on the gateway

Word around the block when I was locked she gave my thang away

Bout to have a baby with a nigga, thats what they say (they say)

Damn

Well please say it ain't so

Took off the glove, say it's love when it ain't though

Her classmate was coming over, that was strange though

Apparently the homework ain't all he came for

Maybe yous a stank ho, maybe that's a bit mean

Maybe you grew up and I'm still living like I'm sixteen

Like a child running wild in these sick streets

Man I put that bitch up on her feet, she cut a nigga deep

Damn

Bitch

That's why I treat these hoes the way I treat em

That's deeper than a motherf**ker baby, know what I'm sayin

Slammin!

Smack it up and flip it, then I rub it down

Zip it up, and then I ship it to another town

Smokin hella weed while me and Willie bust a couple pounds

She used to like that type of shit, now we don't f**k around

Girl you used to say them other niggas wasn't hood enough

Got your hood degree, now niggas from the hood ain't good enough

Bitch you wasn't trippin when that old school was pullin up

You was short on ends at your college, you would put em up (put em up)

Well bitch I'm out here puttin on

I hope you feel the pain I'm feelin when you hear this song

Don't want a nigga that's gonna slang shit up in your home

But you ran off and got engaged, man that shit was wrong

All to a nigga that dont got nothin that I ain't got

Only difference is he trying to be a f**kin astronaut

Saw this pussy nigga when I walked up in the barber shop

Green as a leaf, lookin sweet, that cut a nigga deep

Damn

So these the type of niggas you f**kin with now baby?

Square ass motherf**ker. You used to love a thug nigga

Uh

I loved her and she loved him, so I never touched him

She's got his baby in the oven, so it's mother f**k him

Ain't trippin cuz you got a nigga, I just think you rushin

But leavin him to be with me ain't part of our discussion

Plus I'm on the road now, different color hoes now

Layed back on the dope, I'm getting dollars off my shows now

Bitches wanna tie me down, but I ain't in that mode now

Five years later, why you calling up my phone now? (phone now)

Well bitch, how you get the number?

Like every other month I'm switching up that motherf**ker

Back on the bus I used to finger f**k her singing Usher

Down on my luck and then she upped and left me for a sucker

I reminisce on all the crazy shit we did

You and me forever, shit we say when we was kids

She say I'm havin problems and I pray that he forgive

When he find out the baby ain't his, that cut a nigga deep

Damn

What the f**k?

What you trying to say baby?

The baby ain't his?

Who's is it?