In Too Deep

(Verse 1)
Pull on you block with that choppa'
Pop that bitch, bout to go blocka'
Crack his head like a lobster
Nigga fuck a pair of pradas
My shoes Balenciaga
Bitch I be rocking them robin
Bitch I been smoking like rastas
My nigga, them choppas are hotter than lava
I'm at your head like your barber
You niggas is hoes on my daughter
I'm gangsta because of my father
The bullets put him in the doctor
And I'm calling my bitch a clout goddess
They like "Clout God go the hardest"
I'm rolling so hard off these yoppers
I'm flyer than three helicopters

I just put your bitch on my roster
Polos, I blow em they bust
Fucked her for a hundred dollars
Fuck the world without no condom
I told that bitch she won get nothing
Smoke a whole O, call it onion
My niggas they hop out they dumpin
These fuck boys start hollering then running

(Intermission)

(Verse 2)
Pull up on yo block with that Glock out
Cuz that bitch bout to go blocka
Dressed in all black, black out
30 shots, I'm bout to mop out
Kick in the door of your trap house
Tryna run up, blow yo back out
Hunnid bandz, bout to sack out
I'm the Clout God in Chiraq now
Bullets start flying by that's ten down
Bullets gon hit him that's man down
I think I need me a damn crown
Potato you won't hear a damn sound
I swear these niggas some damn clowns
Why do my pants sag?
Because these bitches pulling my pants down
I'm checking this damn bag
I swear that these niggas imposters
I'm Clout God I can walk on water
My shorties they shooting they poppin
Yo girl is a thot and she swallow
These niggas talking like they important
I'm balling they calling me Jordan
I'm old school and sit on my fortune
My bitch is so bad and she foreign