It Get Deeper Pt. 2 Lyrics

It Get Deeper Pt. 2 Lyrics

Never bite the hand that feeds you bro
Niggas greedy
Never felt what it was like to be loved
b**ches be cheap
Finally got my hand on some paper
I'm gettin even

Main mans turned into a hater
This sh*t deep
Over money
You'll turn your back on your brother
Cause of money
I don't know a b**ch who
Really love me
Ain't it funny

I could fill the east up with hundreds
Make a freak f**k for nothing
I don't beef much at all
Still in the hood reminiscing about my dawgs
Every time my nigga call
I show out for him

My b**ch been in the house of course
I been goin out more
f**k I need clout for
I can't be outscored

For all my niggas that's callin
b**ch I'm still ballin
43 for these
And I'll pay Mike Jordan

But I play em like stockton
These b**ches selling like oxys

He a hatin' nigga pop em
Gettin rich the only option
b**ch I grew up with the doctors
You little niggas imposters

Might invest a couple houses
All of Houston for my youngin
Looking for pints of wocky
Who ain't gettin money stop it
I might up a million dollars

I done f**ked a million b**ches
b**ch I got a million problems

Nah for real
Next time a nigga diss us
He getting killed
b**ches think they're slick not slick enough
Baby I see you
If you think you can do this sh*t without me
Then so be it
The rest of my time and money
Being spent on appeals

Crib on the hill
Bad b**ch who like to chill
Doggy bone on her nails
Free my f**king Uncle Nell

Million dollars on this bail
Don't give a f**k no more
Real recognize real
Yeah I don't trust no hoe
Real recognize real
Yeah I don't trust no hoe

Never bite the hand that feeds you bro
Niggas greedy
Never felt what it was like to be loved
b**ches be cheap
Finally got my hand on some paper
I'm gettin even

Main mans turned into a hater
This sh*t deep
Over money
You'll turn your back on your brother
Cause of money
I don't know a b**ch who
Really love me
Ain't it funny

I could fill the east up with hundreds
Make a freak f**k for nothing
I don't beef much at all
Still in the hood reminiscing about my dawgs
Every time my nigga call
I show out for him

My b**ch been in the house of course
I been goin out more
f**k I need clout for
I can't be outscored

You know a nigga came from the slums
What's crackin to the pastor
Got faith from all the guns
Hand held with a drum on a nigga
If not three
It got one on a nigga
Give em my all
I don't stunt on my niggas

Aye tell me if you with me
My nigga or you gone leave

Why I never get the same love
Cause I'm me and my drugs told me
You could be something special
On Reese

How the f**k am I stressin
Thought I didn't need you
Back and forth on this tether
It ain't easy

Mama please show me
How to save my money
I remember countin down
90 days I'm comin

Never bite the hand that feeds you bro
Niggas greedy
Never felt what it was like to be loved
b**ches be cheap
Finally got my hand on some paper
I'm gettin even

Main mans turned into a hater
This sh*t deep
Over money
You'll turn your back on your brother
Cause of money
I don't know a b**ch who
Really love me
Ain't it funny

I could fill the east up with hundreds
Make a freak f**k for nothing
I don't beef much at all
Still in the hood reminiscing about my dawgs
Every time my nigga call
I show out for him

My b**ch been in the house of course
I been goin out more
f**k I need clout for
I can't be outscored