Desire (Rapper), Kankan - 4 deep lyrics

(Desire, bitch haha)
He think he better than me, ha
That nigga actin' crazy that nigga actin'-
He think he better than me, uh
He think he better than me, yeah

He think he better than me (Ha)
I’m with the guys 4 deep
(I’m with the guys 4 deep)
These niggas tryna deceive
And the Draco sing like The Weeknd
I’m on codeine I’m in the deep end
I don’t want your love you can keep it
Why you actin’ like I need you?
Half of these niggas they see through
Half of thеse hoes they ran through
Might catch a flight out to Cancun
I rеmember we was eatin' canned food
New ARP and it came wit’ a handle
Have my young niggas just go blam you
Turn your lil' ass right to soul food
Nigga I don’t you, boy you hoe-
Nigga I don’t you, I ain’t gon’ hold you
We'll ho' you
I’m from the south eatin' soul food
(Eatin' soul food)
I’ve been tryna put my cup down
I’ve been tryna put the pills down
If you go against us, you’ll get put down
Them niggas hoes, they can't come around
Yeah, I'm in this bitch wit' a new Glock
Huh, it's a 10 ball in my pocket no lie
Yeah, kicked the bitch out the spot
She was dry
Yeah, I get so high that's no lie
I keep that rod on me, he better not try
Got on that Mason Margiela I'm fly
Yeah, I really put on anything
He like to cap for the live
He see that fire, know you got blicked
He was talkin' all that hot shit
Nigga, where you at, better have ya' stick
When I catch ya' be ready to bang
Mixin' these drugs 'cause they heal the pain
Spendin' them dead guys on Helmut Lang
I know you a scholar, come and give me brain
Yeah, these niggas live up to the hype
They like to type, he can get sniped
She a freak wit' a BBL
She ridin' that dick, just like a bike

Yeah, that stupid nigga talkin' 'bout
He gon' take my life yeah, aight, yeah
Them VVS' love to fight, yeah
Them FMJ's love to bite
Yeah, I'm in this bitch wit' a new Glock
Huh, it's a 10 ball in my pocket no lie
Yeah, kicked the bitch out the spot
She was dry
Yeah, I get so high that's no lie
I keep that rod on me, he better not try
Got on that Mason Margiela I'm fly
Yeah, I really put on anything
He like to cap for the live
He see that fire, know you got blicked
He was talkin' all that hot shit
Nigga, where you at, better have ya' stick
When I catch ya' be ready to bang
Mixin' these drugs 'cause they heal the pain
Spendin' them dead guys on Helmut Lang
I know you a scholar, come and give me brain
Yeah, these niggas live up to the hype
They like to type, he can get sniped
She a freak wit' a BBL
She ridin' that dick, just like a bike