In Too Deep

Project baby I might need some fuckin' Similac Due to some violent content Parental discretion is advised I'm in too deep, your boy deeper than a rap Imma just let my soul bleed on the track Check your resume And you ain't livin' like that You the main reason why your dog got whacked I'm only for the cheese, you a freeze You a rat You the main reason why your dog got trapped Before I ever chase her I'd rather chase the yak Street nigga after paper, I ain't playin' Imma snap Livin' in denial, juvenile back to back Hit your house Throw all the gold in a pillow sack Nigga take your chances, whole lives Shootin' craps We just hit a lick for ten bands It's a wrap I'm a section 8, Taliban with the strap Molly Santan, beach sand in my cap Yeah I could pass the weed But I ain't pass the FCAT And probably playin' sleep Cuz I ain't tryna text back They found the contraband in my mat I had to sneak a pen in My cell to write a rap I'm extortin' niggas, want dinner and snack Told em' I'ma split em' if I see em' eat that I'm vibin' in the booth I just kick my feet back She ride me in the coupe Had to push my seat back I watched my dog shape back, just to relapse I'm blowin' on OG, you smokin' green crack I just got a slow leak in my tree wrap That head got me lockin' up Call her beeswax Better keep your Smith and Wesson You might need that 357, E told me "keep that" Keep your boy well protected like a kneecap Knock, knock, bang, bang Where the cheese at? Glock pop, bang, bang, where your keys at? Don't you say a damn thing, and I mean that Ran 'cross the power after Cool got snatched I was on the I, when the coupe caught a flat That's the same night when SuWu shot Black I wasn't even there to tell You if we shot back --- In Too Deep - Kodak Black