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rell vert - waist deep lyrics

[intro]
(sl!ckda3rd, this go crazy)
yup, it’s lil vert, you know how the f+ck we rockin’
7900 bh, b+tch
long live fo’nem, free the guys, b+tch, gang sh+t
(aye turn me up sl!ck, turn me up)
aight, aight

[chorus]
only slidin’ with glocks and dracos
don’t come around with chains ’cause fo’nem take those
i can’t trust a b+tch, i hate hoes
2016 went to cali, grabbed eight bows
that mean that i been trappin’
been had money before i been rappin’
that boy, he talk about he savage, he actin’
you ain’t never did no clappin’
draco make him flip, gymnastics
i won’t f+ck no b+tch without plastic
she tryna trap with a baby
plus this lil’ hoe crazy (d+mn)
and she know i’m goin’ crazy
f+ck my opps, y’all gon’ die, keep hatin’ me
since i got some money, they can’t take me
in the trеnches, the streets, i’m waist deep
[verse]
i don’t f+ck with thesе n+ggas, they play, make ’em take heat
drugs wore off, b+tch sound like tay keith
he online with the smoke, that’s fake beef
keep on slidin’ on opps, they hate me
glock go off so fast, no safety
want a song or a verse, gotta pay me
it’s a [?] on their block, [?] sleep
b+tch, my sh+t be raw when i’m off beat
i ain’t ever give up when they called the n+gga weak
lil vert going up, almost in my peak
if i ain’t got some percs and drank then i’ma tweak
in the bed, your b+tch is a freak
my opps keep rappin’, tell ’em stop it, that sh+t weak
we in the field, tell them n+ggas to grab some cleats
i like glocks, don’t f+ck with arps
your b+tch is a bop head on her knees

- rell vert lyrics

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