47 Deep

HT made the wave
Yeah
King Lil G, Tattoo’d Guns in the motherfuckin' house
You know what it is
Face tattoos, guns, and drug use
Throw that shit up and represent, shout out to my boy Will
The gang with the shit, boy, you don’t want that drama
(HT made the wave)
Brrat
47 deep, bitch, we in the parking lot
I been through some things I don’t talk about
I’m just getting money, I don’t talk a lot
Pullin' up with all the hoes, what you talkin' 'bout?
Gang with the shit, boy, you don’t want that drama
Life’s a bitch, another day, another dollar
The gang with the shit, boy, you don’t want that drama
Life’s a bitch, another day, another dollar
Last week, I was in Phoenix, Arizona (Yeah, yeah)
Tonight, I’ll be in Denver, Colorado
I’m in a tour bus full of naked models (Yeah, yeah)
And they fuck it up, they drinking out the bottle
I got to meet the plug now ando connectado
I need another drink, I like to puff on Gelado
How you sellin' work if you ain’t got it on demand?
These bitches wanna set me up, they comin' with a plan
I can feel it in my blood, the other day, I couldn’t sleep
These haters won’t stop until I’m six feet deep
You can catch me at the Ritz, two or three zips (Yeah)
Life is what you make it, God, forgive me for my sins (Yeah)
47 deep, bitch, we in the parking lot
I been through some things I don’t talk about
I’m just getting money, I don’t talk a lot
Pullin' up with all the hoes, what you talkin' 'bout?
Gang with the shit, boy, you don’t want that drama
Life’s a bitch, another day, another dollar
The gang with the shit, boy, you don’t want that drama
Life’s a bitch, another day, another dollar
I don’t want your bitch, call it what you want to call it (Yeah)
I don’t smoke that other shit, I only want exotic
Your homie tatted but he goofy, ain’t nobody solid
What’s poppin' to my homie Blue, he made it out the projects
Got a section for my people, they important
We the ones that beat your ass and press record
We the ones that took your bitch when I perform (Yeah)
I don’t know about these rappers, they informants
This is it, bitch, I’m pulling out my chrome (Pull it out)
Your homie scary, he was pullin' out his phone
Got that fifth on my hip, got your girl on my lap
Rest in peace your dead homies, there ain’t no coming back (Nah)
47 deep, bitch, we in the parking lot
I been through some things I don’t talk about
I’m just getting money, I don’t talk a lot
Pullin' up with all the hoes, what you talkin' 'bout?
Gang with the shit, boy, you don’t want that drama
Life’s a bitch, another day, another dollar
The gang with the shit, boy, you don’t want that drama
Life’s a bitch, another day, another dollar