[intro]
(Shit can get deep round here)
Shit could get deep round here
(Here
Here)
Igga don’t creep round dere
Oh naw
Don’t creep round dere
(Aye hold on)
Red dots
(Red dots)
Red dots
(Say hold on)
[verse]
Shit could get deep round here
Please don’t creep round dere
Might catch a punch to ya jaw
They breaking the law
You might get killed down there
(Down here)
Call it the slumps
A project
But trust me
That glue do stick Around here
(Its getting sticky)
The mans got poles
Round dere
(It’s getting sticky)
Them mans shooting poles
Down there
(It’s getting wicked)
It’s war outside
And yall moving
Like shit ain’t about surviving
Right now
(Damn)
They ain’t bombing ya homes
YALL stay living outside
Like you can’t get sent
Right now
(Got Damn)
Shit get real out dere
Shit get real out here
Said
This world really be dumb is fuck
We really be living just to flip a buck
My Brodie put me on game
Had to run it up
Have them screaming the gang
When we pulling up
[pre chorus]
(Shit can get deep round here)
Shit could get deep round here
(Here
Here)
Igga don’t creep round dere
Oh naw
Don’t creep round dere
(Aye hold on)
Red dots
(Red dots)
Red dots
(Say hold on)
[chorus]
(Shit can get deep round here)
(Here
Here)
Shit could get deep round here
(Here
Here)
Igga don’t creep round dere
Oh naw
Please Don’t creep round dere
Red dots
(Shots
Shots)
Red dots
(Shots
Shots)
Red dots
(Shots
Shots)
Red dots
Ya dead!
[outro]
(Hmmm ohhhh woo)
Yeah dead
(Dead
Dead)
Yea dead
(Ohh wohhh woo)
Ya dead
(Dead)
Dead
(Dead)
Ya dead