Like Omar Epps
I'm in too deep
Can't control myself
When I'm in these streets
Swimming in the dough like scuba
Put it in the pot, mix the coke like tuna
Got a cup
Her friend and a slut
That Buddha in my system and a chopper in the trunk
My nigga in the passenger, them hoes in the back
I know I'm bout to f*ck cause that thong in her crack
And my money- bookoo dummy
The jeans one thousand and the shoes two hundred
Man let me show these dudes who run it
Hitting lick after lick, man the bluetooth hummin
If a nigga run up on you, bet you you don't do nothing
I'm cuckoo cousin, got the deuce deuce bussin
Acres Homes on the steps, eating Froot Loops cussin
Waiting for my nigga, bout to shoot through a dozen
If it come back right, then bitch I'm through hustlin
They stepping on that shit, They stepping on that shit
Hoe this 98% cocaina, no split
Player, pimp
Drank a fifth
Aye I'm rich - Nigga what
Riding stiff, cause I got that Taylor Swift
In the trunk
With the pump, and the Mac, and the AK-5
I ain't playing with these niggas I will take they lives
But if the laws catch me, I'ma be f*cked
They gone hit me with consecutives and tear my momma up
Like Omar Epps
I'm in too deep
Can't control myself
When I'm in these streets
Swimming in the dough like scuba
Put it in the pot, mix the coke like tuna
Cause of the frauds, the jankie ass broads
The niggas steady mugging cause they thinking that's hard
Cause of my baby momma, with all her crazy drama
Cause niggas hate me and don't want to see me make a dollar
Cause I cuss alot, cause my temper's bad
Cause I caught a case for that hemp I had
Cause I miss my daddy (Why), cause he missed me grow
I guess the crack pipe was more important though
Cause of tax-free money, cause I can't quit
Selling cocaine, this country ain't shit
Cause the liquor store selling me shit
Before I'm 21, then I'ma drink bitch
Cause the hoes on me, cause cologne on me
Cause they changed, I don't f*ck with my old homies
Talking shit player, no I don't mind
Cause I'm gone shine and nigga on time
Cause I'm gone shine and nigga on time
Like Omar Epps
I'm in too deep
Can't control myself
When I'm in these streets
Swimming in the dough like scuba
Put it in the pot, mix the coke like tuna
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Like Omar Epps
I'm in too deep
Can't control myself
When I'm in these streets
Swimming in the dough like scuba
Put it in the pot, mix the coke like tuna
Got a cup
Her friend and a slut
That Buddha in my system and a chopper in the trunk
My nigga in the passenger, them hoes in the back
I know I'm bout to f*ck cause that thong in her crack
And my money- bookoo dummy
The jeans one thousand and the shoes two hundred
Man let me show these dudes who run it
Hitting lick after lick, man the bluetooth hummin
If a nigga run up on you, bet you you don't do nothing
I'm cuckoo cousin, got the deuce deuce bussin
Acres Homes on the steps, eating Froot Loops cussin
Waiting for my nigga, bout to shoot through a dozen
If it come back right, then bitch I'm through hustlin
They stepping on that shit, They stepping on that shit
Hoe this 98% cocaina, no split
Player, pimp
Drank a fifth
Aye I'm rich - Nigga what
Riding stiff, cause I got that Taylor Swift
In the trunk
With the pump, and the Mac, and the AK-5
I ain't playing with these niggas I will take they lives
But if the laws catch me, I'ma be f*cked
They gone hit me with consecutives and tear my momma up
Like Omar Epps
I'm in too deep
Can't control myself
When I'm in these streets
Swimming in the dough like scuba
Put it in the pot, mix the coke like tuna
Cause of the frauds, the jankie ass broads
The niggas steady mugging cause they thinking that's hard
Cause of my baby momma, with all her crazy drama
Cause niggas hate me and don't want to see me make a dollar
Cause I cuss alot, cause my temper's bad
Cause I caught a case for that hemp I had
Cause I miss my daddy (Why), cause he missed me grow
I guess the crack pipe was more important though
Cause of tax-free money, cause I can't quit
Selling cocaine, this country ain't shit
Cause the liquor store selling me shit
Before I'm 21, then I'ma drink bitch
Cause the hoes on me, cause cologne on me
Cause they changed, I don't f*ck with my old homies
Talking shit player, no I don't mind
Cause I'm gone shine and nigga on time
Cause I'm gone shine and nigga on time
Like Omar Epps
I'm in too deep
Can't control myself
When I'm in these streets
Swimming in the dough like scuba
Put it in the pot, mix the coke like tuna
I'm in too deep
Can't control myself
When I'm in these streets
Swimming in the dough like scuba
Put it in the pot, mix the coke like tuna
Got a cup
Her friend and a slut
That Buddha in my system and a chopper in the trunk
My nigga in the passenger, them hoes in the back
I know I'm bout to f*ck cause that thong in her crack
And my money- bookoo dummy
The jeans one thousand and the shoes two hundred
Man let me show these dudes who run it
Hitting lick after lick, man the bluetooth hummin
If a nigga run up on you, bet you you don't do nothing
I'm cuckoo cousin, got the deuce deuce bussin
Acres Homes on the steps, eating Froot Loops cussin
Waiting for my nigga, bout to shoot through a dozen
If it come back right, then bitch I'm through hustlin
They stepping on that shit, They stepping on that shit
Hoe this 98% cocaina, no split
Player, pimp
Drank a fifth
Aye I'm rich - Nigga what
Riding stiff, cause I got that Taylor Swift
In the trunk
With the pump, and the Mac, and the AK-5
I ain't playing with these niggas I will take they lives
But if the laws catch me, I'ma be f*cked
They gone hit me with consecutives and tear my momma up
Like Omar Epps
I'm in too deep
Can't control myself
When I'm in these streets
Swimming in the dough like scuba
Put it in the pot, mix the coke like tuna
Cause of the frauds, the jankie ass broads
The niggas steady mugging cause they thinking that's hard
Cause of my baby momma, with all her crazy drama
Cause niggas hate me and don't want to see me make a dollar
Cause I cuss alot, cause my temper's bad
Cause I caught a case for that hemp I had
Cause I miss my daddy (Why), cause he missed me grow
I guess the crack pipe was more important though
Cause of tax-free money, cause I can't quit
Selling cocaine, this country ain't shit
Cause the liquor store selling me shit
Before I'm 21, then I'ma drink bitch
Cause the hoes on me, cause cologne on me
Cause they changed, I don't f*ck with my old homies
Talking shit player, no I don't mind
Cause I'm gone shine and nigga on time
Cause I'm gone shine and nigga on time
Like Omar Epps
I'm in too deep
Can't control myself
When I'm in these streets
Swimming in the dough like scuba
Put it in the pot, mix the coke like tuna
Writer: Thomas Jenkins
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