Knee Deep

[Intro]
Mm, mm, mm
You better not jump in this water, bitch, we knee deep
You— mm, mm, mm, mm, nigga (Bah)
Look

[Chorus]
You better not jump in this water, bitch, we knee deep
I hope you payin' what you owe me (Ayy), you got six weeks (Clown)
Your baby daddy be with goofy's, he a pip-squeak (Bitch)
This nigga ain't shit, heard he died in some six rigs (Know it)
He tryna text me 'bout a ho (Baby), bro, the bitch weak
And you be cappin' in them songs, why you diss me? (Nigga)
If she ain't tryna suck no dick, then make that bitch leave (Broke)
Them real inches, I hate bitches with them quick weaves (Ho)

[Verse]
I fucked around and bought some Yeezy's to support the cause
This nigga cap like he get money but don't got a car (Bitch)
Them chopper bullets had him shittin', tell him check his drawers
Just let me out 'cause if I chase him, he ain't gettin' far
And every diamond came from Zina, bitch, they hittin' hard
They love to troll me on the 'net, I feel like nigga's bored
This Glock'll leave him faced up, now he can see the stars
We slide through all them nigga's section like we on tour (Nigga)
Why would I pay for some security if we comin' sleeze?
Another chain on the way, I got a couple weeks (Nigga)
Just keep your foot on niggas neck 'til you can let 'em breath
The suckers think I'm movin' on, but it ain't never peace (No)

[Chorus]
You better not jump in this water, bitch, we knee deep
I hope you payin' what you owe me (Ayy), you got six weeks (Clown)
Your baby daddy be with goofy's, he a pip-squeak (Bitch)
This nigga ain't shit, heard he died in some six rigs (Know it)
He tryna text me 'bout a ho (Get out), bro, the bitch weak
And you be cappin' in them songs (Ayy), why you diss me? (Nigga, clown)
If she ain't tryna suck no dick, then make that bitch leave
Them real inches (Ayy), I hate bitches with them quick weaves (Ho)

[Outro]
You better not jump in this water, bitch, we knee deep
I hope you payin' what you owe me (Ayy), you got six weeks (Clown)
Your baby daddy be with goofy's, he a pip-squeak (Bitch)
This nigga ain't shit, heard he died in some six rigs (Know it)
He tryna text me 'bout a ho (Get out), bro, the bitch weak
And you be cappin' in them songs (Ayy), why you diss me? (Nigga, clown)
If she ain't tryna suck no dick, then make that bitch leave
Them real inches, I hate bitches with them quick weaves (Ho)