Young Nudy – Deeper Than Rap Lyrics

Deeper Than Rap by Young Nudy

Ok, yeah
S— deeper than rap, yeah
I done seen a lot of n—– fall off tryna play with the trap, yeah
S— deeper than rap, yeah
(COUPE)

Send ’em round your way, you know that they smash s—, yeah, okay
Anything for the money I go dumb-dumb (Go dumb-dumb), special ed
Sipping these drugs, I’m pissing out the red
All of the green, you that we selling that
Smoke a whole pound, we don’t do the pity pat
It ain’t ’bout money then n—- not hearin’ that
All of this money, you know that I’m gettin’ that
Trappin’ and robbin’ and rappin’, I’m gettin’ that (Okay, yeah)
C— on your b—-, now you have your feelings back
Beefing ’bout b——, man, I am not into that
Internet [?], I am not into that
Talking ’bout smoke with me, n—-, we killin’ that
Bustin’ my gun, man, I hope that you shoot it back
Don’t bring no doo-doo, this chopper no child-play

S— deeper than rap, yeah, yeah
I done seen a lot of n—– fall off tryna play with the trap, yeah
S— deeper than rap, yeah (S— deeper than rap)
You keep a strap, yeah (Keep a strap)
You bust somebody, you know you better not say none’, might get locked up (Yeah)
S— deeper than rap, yeah (S— deeper than rap)
Your b—- done f—– your partners so you mad about it
Don’t have no fit about it
Just go f— another b—- (Yeah)
This s— deeper than rap, yeah (Deeper than rap)
Gotta make money, them hoes gon’ ask for it
When you got them drugs, lil’ country boy, you know you gotta tax for it (Yeah)
S— deeper than rap
Ask about Nudy, shawty keep a strap
Talk about robbin’, buddy, that’s a wrap
And this right here no rap cap (Yeah)
I’m known ’bout the s—, keep b—- clap
I’m posted in here with your b—- on my lap
I fold these p—- n—– just like a napkin
A n—- know what’s happenin’, yeah
I’m a blood, you’re a blood, n—- now we brackin’
You know I get to smashin’
[?] n—-, n—- what’s happenin?
Say you want smoke, then catch me in traffic
I’m gettin’ money proof, n—- don’t have it
You talking ’bout me, you got me laughin’
I be gettin’ money, that is a habit

Send ’em round your way, you know that they smash s—, yeah, okay
Anything for the money I go dumb-dumb (Go dumb-dumb), special ed
Sipping these drugs, I’m pissing out the red
All of the green, you that we selling that
Smoke a whole pound, we don’t do the pity pat
It ain’t ’bout money then n—- not hearin’ that
All of this money, you know that I’m gettin’ that
Trappin’ and robbin’ and rappin’, I’m gettin’ that (Okay, yeah)
C— on your b—-, now you have your feelings back
Beefing ’bout b——, man, I am not into that
Internet [?], I am not into that
Talking ’bout smoke with me, n—-, we killin’ that
Bustin’ my gun, man, I hope that you shoot it back
Don’t bring no doo-doo, this chopper no child-play

[?] the choppa, you know how we play
We just like the West and you know how we play
If I was cap, well they make me a K
I’m just like John Wick, with that s— I don’t play
I don’t need no n—- ’round me, I’ma spray
[?] I was like eight
I got my first gun when I was thirteen
I fell in love with the Glock and the bin
I got a lot of money, split with my team
I got it, then stop, what the f— do they mean?
They say that they [?] cap on the scene
You play with us, we murder ya [?]
[?] you and your team
I’m Majin Buu with the smoke I blow the steam
You know a b—- lyin’, I wipe your nose clean
Finesse ’em, I don’t mind sell ’em a dream
I sold him some sugar, he thought that was clean
You should’ve check the pack before that you leave
Now I’m splittin’ that money with my team
Everybody eat, gotta feed the team
I got a white b—-, I got the cream
Long time comin’, this s— was a dream
Big dawg n—- like Martin Luther King
Raise my hand, they listen to me
I feel like Malcom X when I got heat
I’m not Muslim but it’s f— the police
F— the [?] on the motherfuckin’ scene
Then I came out a real n—- and a b—- n—- I can’t be
And you know I bang [?], my [?] full of [?]
I am a shark in the water, jump in it b—- and I gotta eat
I gotta eat, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Send ’em round your way, you know that they smash s—, yeah, okay
Anything for the money I go dumb-dumb (Go dumb-dumb), special ed
Sipping these drugs, I’m pissing out the red
All of the green, you that we selling that
Smoke a whole pound, we don’t do the pity pat
It ain’t ’bout money then n—- not hearin’ that
All of this money, you know that I’m gettin’ that
Trappin’ and robbin’ and rappin’, I’m gettin’ that (Okay, yeah)
C— on your b—-, now you have your feelings back
Beefing ’bout b——, man, I am not into that
Internet [?], I am not into that
Talking ’bout smoke with me, n—-, we killin’ that
Bustin’ my gun, man, I hope that you shoot it back
Don’t bring no doo-doo, this chopper no child-play

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I gotta eat, yeah