In Too Deep Lyrics

Baby, tell me why you using me?

Throw it back, baby you a treat

Tell your boyfriend he ain't folding me

Do not ask me if I know that treesh

Seen her playlist and I'm on repeat

Tell your shawty come and chill with me

Sipping drank, now I'm in too deep

You don't even gotta ask all these questions

Don't know if I'm going to heaven

Steady been chillin', gripping on this Wesson

I hoping you don't wanna test it

Shawty taking pics with all of my weapons

I'm finna be rich, ain't no question

Too many hoes, man, I ain't even stressing

Shout out my brothers, I ain't got no bestfriends

Woah

Me and him do not compare

From the bottom all the way to your hair

Got me mesmerized, I just wanna stare

I'll buy you all of the Moncler

Got me fiending and this shit ain't fair, oh

I promise this shit ain't a dare

Got Cubic diamonds and they glare

She, wanna fuck with me, cause' of god damn diamonds

You could tell the truth, why you lying?

Shawty gon' hit my phone, I'm declining, yeah

Pick up the cup, I tell her it's purp

Say you want me, but that shit for the worst

Finna grab my Glock, put that shit up in burst, oh yeah

I'm ready don't gotta rehearse

Gotta pay me if you want a verse

Lil' shawty got me in a hearse, oh yeah

Baby you a gift, and a curse

Baby got the Glock up in your purse, oh yeah

Serving Percs' every day like, woah

Working hard to see the daylight, bro

Shawty on me, yeah I pay my hoes

Uh-huh, puff Dro'

I cannot fuck with no hoe

Got her fingers matching to her toes

Baby keep it quiet, no one knows

You ain't bout' it, boy you cracking 4's

Man I'll take that bottle, fuck a dose

Fuck around, I'll stretch the pole

If you pocket-watching, you ain't bro

Uh-huh

Woah

Yeah

I love you clique

Baby, tell me why you using me?

Throw it back, baby you a treat

Tell your boyfriend he ain't folding me

Do not ask me if I know that treesh

Seen her playlist and I'm on repeat

Tell your shawty come and chill with me

Sipping drank, now I'm in too deep

You don't even gotta ask all these questions

Don't know if I'm going to heaven

Steady been chillin', gripping on this Wesson

I hoping you don't wanna test it

Shawty taking pics with all of my weapons

I'm finna be rich, ain't no question

Too many hoes, man, I ain't even stressing

Shout out my brothers, I ain't got no bestfriends

Woah

Me and him do not compare

From the bottom all the way to your hair

Got me mesmerized, I just wanna stare

I'll buy you all of the Moncler

Got me fiending and this shit ain't fair, oh

I promise this shit ain't a dare

Got Cubic diamonds and they glare