Freddie Gibbs - Deeper lyrics

rate me

Slamming, half a thing of heron in the bathroom

Keep an AK and the backup in the backroom

Cook a meal clean and she suck me like a vacuum

Took a vacation to the county, I'll be back soon

Sent a couple zero's, money on my j-pay

Paying off the COs, smoking on the gateway

Word around the block when I was locked she gave my thing away

‘Bout to have a baby with a nigga, that’s what they say

Damn, well please say it ain't so

Took off the glove, say it's love when it ain't, though

Her classmate was coming over, that was strange, though

Apparently the homework ain't all he came for

Maybe you stank, hoe, maybe that's a bit mean

Maybe you grew up and I'm still living like I'm sixteen

Like a child running wild in these sick streets

Man, I put that bitch up on her feet, she cut a nigga deep

Damn, bitch

That's why I treat these hoes the way I treat ‘em

That's deeper than a motherfucker baby, know what I'm saying

Slamming, smack it up and flip it, then I rub it down

Zip it up and then I ship it to another town

Smoking hella weed while me and Willie bust a couple pounds

She used to like that type of shit, now we don't fuck around

Girl, you used to say them other niggas wasn't hood enough

Got your hood degree, now niggas from the hood ain't good enough

Bitch, you wasn't tripping when that old school was pulling up

You was short on ends at your college, you would put ‘em up

Well, bitch, I'm out here putting on

I hope you feel the pain I'm feeling when you hear this song

Don't want a nigga that's gonna slang shit up in your home

But you ran off and got engaged, man, that shit was wrong

All to a nigga that don’t got nothing that I ain't got

Only difference is he trying to be a fucking astronaut

Saw this pussy nigga when I walked up in the barber shop

Green as a leaf, looking sweet, that cut a nigga deep

Damn, so these the type of niggas you fucking with now, baby?

Square ass motherfucker, you used to love a thug nigga

I loved her and she loved him, so I never touched him

She's got his baby in the oven, so it's mother fuck him

Ain't tripping ‘cause you got a nigga, I just think you rushing

But leaving him to be with me ain't part of our discussion

Plus, I'm on the road now, different color hoes now

Laid back on the dope, I'm getting dollars off my shows now

Bitches wanna tie me down but I ain't in that mode now

Five years later, why you calling up my phone now?

Well bitch, how you get the number?

Like every other month I'm switching up that motherfucker

Back on the bus I used to finger fuck her singing Usher

Down on my luck and then she upped and left me for a sucker

I reminisce on all the crazy shit we did

You and me forever, shit we say when we was kids

She say I'm having problems and I pray that he forgive

When he find out the baby ain't his, that cut a nigga deep

Damn, what the fuck?

What you trying to say, baby?

The baby ain't his?

Whose is it?