Deep End Guap Tarantino (Ft. Calboy)

[Intro: Guap Tarantino]
Ayy, ayy
Ooh, ooh (DMC, you global now, nigga)
Ooh, ooh
Yak, slatty, smoke it (Ooh, ooh, ayy)

[Chorus: Guap Tarantino & Calboy]
Got to get that bag 'cause I need it (Woo)
Got a thot and she not from this region (Yeah)
Told that bitch to fuck me like she mean it (What?)
Ayy, don't you go tweakin' (Let's go)
Got a bro in the cut and he creepin' (Brr)
Yeah, I from the deep end (Woo)
Better watch what you say, it get heated (Yeah, yeah)
Swear that niggas gon' die from what he did
I was chasin' that cake, now it's all on me (All on me)
I had to go get racks causally (I)
I ain't gon' fuck on a girl causally
Yeah, none of these pills in me
Fuck with my gang, get some stress with me
I'm in my own lane, ain't no catchin' me (Yeah, yeah)
I keep that stick, nigga pressin' me
I got that bag, ain't no missin' me (R-R-racks, sheesh)

[Verse 1: Guap Tarantino & Calboy]
I just want count up the dead
He get to tweakin', it's off with his head (Off with his head)
Heard he want play with that bread
I'm sendin' shots and I mean what I said (Mean what I said)
Bitch, I be rollin' in red
Roll up da Glock I won't aim at his leg (Won't aim at his leg)
Bitch, I've been rollin' off meds
Pop a lil perc and fuck her like I'm Ed
Had to fuck her on a meds (Meds)
I had to count me a check (Check)
I can't fuck with them young niggas
Gangin' and robin', came with the sadness
I keep poppin' these percs and rodness
I just keep countin' them dead (Racks, racks, racks)
Lil boy, get that pressure off your chest (Lil boy)
Boy, you're broke and she leave disgraced (Leaved disgraced)