Roc Marciano - Deeper lyrics
[Roc Marciano - Deeper lyrics]
Smoke shit, daddy what you know about it?
Pimp shit, what you know about it?
So what you know about it?
Eight ball corner pocket
My hustle: can't knock it
The game chop it catastrophic
I'm after the profit
Pull a salad out the stockin', it's poppin'
I popped in the cherry blossom
Rocked the lockman in the cockpit
You frontin' like you hot shit shake out
Dress understated at the steakhouse
Spaced out
Deep in the game I pray I make it out
Two bitches naked on the couch, crouch
Gold Porsche, I'm a clotheshorse
Your boss thrown in the trough
The blows soft, throw salt on pork
You're done, prick him with the fork
Dip him in the sauce, linen cloth
Lay on the king, blesses to my offspring
Sip the water from the spring
It ain't a thing patent leather ski mask
My feet pass a G and a half
Pull out the fast European cab, crab
Call it the cooler, I'm basically a jeweler
You tryna fool a consumer
Cubic zirconia, I copped the coat in Mongolia
And spoke harmonious at the podium
Smoke shit, daddy what you know about it?
Pimp shit, what you know about it?
So what you know about it?
Twister nino, my bitch like Ginger in Casino
Pink tuxedo, show machismo
Clean your clock, soft toe Reebok
Peacock move like a robot, stove top
Stan Smith her, Rod Laver cock the hammer
Sixteen in the clip one in the chamber
Sure-footed, the Porsche dashboard's wooden
Motherfuckers bite the bullet
The six forty seats is like puddin'
It's the position I was put in
My bitch arch her back, I slid the wood in
Can I kill it, funkadelic George Clinton
Keep it pimpin' more convincin'
Without the tension
Mini mansion, Mr belvedere Benson
Honey dip lit up a Winston, not to mention
Expenses to prints is pretentious
No pretend shit tennis kicks, tinted lenses
My thirst for the chips is tremendous
It's never endin', it's a win-win
Smoke shit, daddy what you know about it?
Pimp shit, what you know about it?
So what you know about it?
Pimp shit, what you know about it?
So what you know about it?
Eight ball corner pocket
My hustle: can't knock it
The game chop it catastrophic
I'm after the profit
Pull a salad out the stockin', it's poppin'
I popped in the cherry blossom
Rocked the lockman in the cockpit
You frontin' like you hot shit shake out
Dress understated at the steakhouse
Spaced out
Deep in the game I pray I make it out
Two bitches naked on the couch, crouch
Gold Porsche, I'm a clotheshorse
Your boss thrown in the trough
The blows soft, throw salt on pork
You're done, prick him with the fork
Dip him in the sauce, linen cloth
Lay on the king, blesses to my offspring
Sip the water from the spring
It ain't a thing patent leather ski mask
My feet pass a G and a half
Pull out the fast European cab, crab
Call it the cooler, I'm basically a jeweler
You tryna fool a consumer
Cubic zirconia, I copped the coat in Mongolia
And spoke harmonious at the podium
Smoke shit, daddy what you know about it?
Pimp shit, what you know about it?
So what you know about it?
Twister nino, my bitch like Ginger in Casino
Pink tuxedo, show machismo
Clean your clock, soft toe Reebok
Peacock move like a robot, stove top
Stan Smith her, Rod Laver cock the hammer
Sixteen in the clip one in the chamber
Sure-footed, the Porsche dashboard's wooden
Motherfuckers bite the bullet
The six forty seats is like puddin'
It's the position I was put in
My bitch arch her back, I slid the wood in
Can I kill it, funkadelic George Clinton
Keep it pimpin' more convincin'
Without the tension
Mini mansion, Mr belvedere Benson
Honey dip lit up a Winston, not to mention
Expenses to prints is pretentious
No pretend shit tennis kicks, tinted lenses
My thirst for the chips is tremendous
It's never endin', it's a win-win
Smoke shit, daddy what you know about it?
Pimp shit, what you know about it?
So what you know about it?