Letra de Waist Deep - 100K Track

(Feat. YTB Trench, Rico Cartel, FCG Heem)

(Ay Track, you ran off with this one)

I don't wanna talk, when we was down you ain't call me for shit (Call me for shit)

The hood know I done made them, I'm tryna hide my wrist (Tryna hide my wrist)

See the grind but I ain't goin outside unless I got my blick (If I ain't got my blick)

And I can't tell them killers chill you can die by the choppa (You can die by the choppa)

Is gonna be a cold day in here (Cold day in here)

Lately I been puttin' in work but I wanna give my all as well (All as well)

Takin' flights to Cali I'm tryna bring back bullets through the mail (Tryna bring back bullets through the mail)

Fuck, I don't need nobody I'm gon do it all by myself (Do it all by myself)

Ima do it all (Do it all), yall niggas don't wanna ball (Wanna ball)

Thinkin bout Melly and Lil coop, I needa free my dawgs (Needa free my dawgs)

Ima do it all (Do it all), yall niggas don't wanna ball (Wanna ball)

Thinkin bout Melly and Lil coop, I needa free my dawgs (Needa free my dawgs)

Even though I signed a deal no I would never leave the block

And I got too much smoke for me to ever leave the Glock (Leave the Glock)

No I can''t leave it that's just me bein' honest (Bein honest)

I'm goin' up is you gonna stay or you comin'

And I can''t lie, young nigga got rich and all this shit be on my mind

Half a brick is shit, lil whip ain't pullin' shit I'm goin' high

I be with my brothers no new friends

I caught my shit, than bought my shit

It's still a step on any bitch (Step), ain't shit changed since I got rich

[?] got shot I let my blick, I bet it won''t happen again (It won't happen)

I ain't goin' for nothin' nigga (No), unless it's for the win (For)

I can't get my dawg back (I can't), so you can't get your dawg back

I know I'm made for this, gotta make sure don't forget that

Money ain't shit, everybody got rich what you stand on (what you stand on)

Real steppa keepin' bout my business, they gon tell on ya (They gon tell on ya)

They ain't know me when I was in GA, pullin' up on [?]

Get 4L on Melly, tryna get this shit a wrap

Anytime I'm in Atlanta [?], I got my strap (Bop bop)

Really motion in my city, I put Bryant on the map (I put Bryant on the map)

I can't waste a second nigga (No), I got diamonds on my time (Oh yea)

Niggas mad I'm on my grind (Ok), [?] and now he shot

Even though I signed a deal no I would never leave the block

And I got too much smoke for me to ever leave the Glock

No I can''t leave it that's just me bein' honest

I'm goin' up is you gonna stay or you comin'

And I can't lie, young nigga got rich and all this shit be on my mind

Half a brick is shit, lil whip ain't pullin' shit I'm goin' high

I be with my brothers no new friends

I caught my shit, than bought my shit

It's still a step on any bitch, ain't shit changed since I got rich

[?] the block, ain't give no fucks

No rules I just be ridin' [?]

[?] 9 forget bout 5

If yo butt ain't down why ain't you slidin'

This bitch a [?], ate my dick

[?] a sick, wanna be tied in

I plead the fifth, the [?] ain't shit

Just on my dick, cause of what I'm slidin' in

Heard the nigga talkin' and he died and this get crazy

Bitch boy died, speakin' on them trenches baby

Heard [?] push the whip, pookie flip the stick we all like slim shady

Don't clutch on the stick, miss be the [?], nigga we them trench babies

Okay, bitch somebody died if you think this gon go your way

Better havin' a [?] with you, refuse to let a nigga [?]

We'll hop out wit them chops, extended on that bitch ya

It's gon clear the problem, no ice copped on my wrist

Even though I signed a deal no I would never leave the block

And I got too much smoke for me to ever leave the Glock

No I can't leave it that's just me bein' honest

I'm goin' up is you gonna stay or you comin'

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