Deep End

(Ayo, Chang, turn that up, boy)
Yeah, turn it up, Chang ayy, ayy
(Hokatiwi)
You did yo thing on this bitch, Hokatiwi
I wouldn't lie to you ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz

Huh, metal arm on me, bitch, I'm bionic
I was at the opp block
You won't slide on it
I94 Hellcat, watch me fly on it
Turned off yo song
You was talking 'bout my life on it
That ain't my dick, it's a Desert Eagle
Punched the kicks, now I step illegal
She can do the good girl act
But the head a demon
Hit Lenox Square, spend ten
Heavy press in Neiman's
Ma'am, calm down, you gon' have to send ten
Apple Watch with a dub on me
Feel like Ben 10 i could be a dime short
Wouldn't need yo ten cents
Wouldn't be a dime short
Pocket full of dead friends
I'm with Dee, bitch
I know you got some freak friends
Talking 'bout Backpack Boyz but I see stems
Scared of who? Doggy, everybody bleed red
Speaking of that blood
I'm a shark in that deep end
Tryna ride the wave? You
Better grab a snorkel
I just turned my phone plug
To an Apple orchard wocky got my cup dark
This ain't Captain Morgan vlone Runtz
Big breaths gon' attack my organs
Took yo bitch to the mall
Just to watch me shop
Then it's to the backshots vid'
Come and watch me pop
Huh, kill me? yeah, probably not
Red bottoms stomp
Now he got a Lil Yachty top
Shoes with the scuff marks
Footwork Golden Goose
Can you dunk that bitch if I throw the 'oop?
Airbnb out of town with a ocean view
Took a risk
Now my chips up like a poker room
Talk crunch and spice
Sauce and tortilla chips
Foreign-ass shoes with the spikes
That's a FIFA kick
I'ma go and hit yo bitch
Soon as this Visa hit
Talking 'bout some bundles? Bitch
You better a dick
Running 'round throwing bullets
Randall Cunningham
Talking 'bout I'm broke? LOL
We have a funny man
Won't say shit, if it's up
Stan'll bust yo head
Bro said he sick of the cook
Grab the Gushers then
One out of one, it ain't two
It ain't three
Told her, "It's the pape', it ain't you
It ain't me"
Why would I pay? I can do it for the free
Bitch called me "bae"
Almost threw her out the Jeep
2020 with the roar, this a Trackhawk
Whole lot of sticks and ice
We the Blackhawks
Pulled the money counter out
We can have a stack off
Boy, I need five hunnid bucks
For the jack sauce
For that money I know people
Turn to grave diggers
Is you gon' blow the game if
You get that game winner?
Young thousandaire
I'ma crank it up to eight figures
I can make a dub pop up, I'm a pape' wizard
Pray to God but I got some demons right on me
In a desert road running
Feeling like the Coyote
Twelve Apple jacks, fuck a slice
Got a pie on me
She a whole fan, bitch fainted
Almost died on me
BAPE shorts, chopstick, in the jungle, man
Ten on me on P-Rock, me and ScrumbleMan
Flash twelve hun' from that check?
You a fucking ham
Dre made ten twice, he the Double-Double Man
Came up stealing like Tony Allen
Steak bites? Mm hmm, throw 'em in my salad
Feel like Kang, up the fire
Throw 'em in a casket
I don't wash clothes
Have my maid throw 'em in a basket
I done hit any bitch that I done wanted to
Looking at my dubs, damn, man
I want 'em blue
Hit a bitch but her friend? Man
I want her too
Watch yo mouth when you talk to
Reese 'cause he wanna shoot
Zazas change how the fuck I breathe a little
Make her put her head down
Then she eat a little got it out the mud
Feeling like a cleat a little
Mean-mug when I'm out, I don't speak
For real
Can't keep a bitch 'cause I cheat a little
Ran it up
Had to learn to use my feet a little
Talking 'bout "cuz"? Bitch
Can you think a little?
Bitch called me "GOAT", got me
Thinking that I'm sweet, for real

Ayy like I'm sweet a little
I feel like a cleat a little man
ShittyBoyz, I'm 'bout to turn this bitch
I swear to God ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz