Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Not That Deep, artist - Stormzy. Album song Not That Deep - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The HeavyTrackerz
Song language: English
Not That Deep |
Walk in the rave with a smile on my face |
Yeah man I got a few racks on me |
Worm came through, don’t ask what you pay |
Tell man straight that a strap’s not cheap |
Light up my set, then I’m out of the rave |
Waiting around, nah that’s not me |
I got caught in the club with a slut |
Tell my girl that it’s not that deep |
(It's not that deep) |
I’m not the one you can move to |
I only lack when I choose to |
Up in my car, connect my phone to my bluetooth |
This ain’t the flow that they used to |
Get stopped on the road like rah |
My mans hard, swear my man’s off of YouTube? |
Come from below, then I blow like I’m due to |
Nigga fuck your voodoo |
Jakes move dark in the Vectras |
Make prof that’s after the extras |
Still tryna put my Marge in a Lexus |
What’s the point? |
Don’t ask who the best is, hashtag problem! |
Whip up the rock like I’m Austin |
The man with the options, know a wasteman when I spot them |
Park off the whip like, yeah man we lost them |
Getting money in, it’s often |
Still got bare grown men all scared of the kid |
Can’t lie it’s been a good year for the kid |
Your postcode don’t make you a gangster, you’re not bad your area is |
Fifth gear but it’s six gears on the stick |
You blowing up this year is a myth |
We’ve got ten man chasing a dream, you’ve got ten man sharing a spliff, like |
Wind me up yeah I’m raring to flip |
Washed dons can’t bear when I spit |
Ride for my friend, yeah I don’t care who it is, tell man be careful you div |
Beef with the champ, my man pulled out a shank, how you gonna scare me with |
this? |
Nah really, how you gonna scare me with this? |
My bro stabbed me in my back |
Ask Swift what I do about that (what I do about that) |
He said Ak, brother don’t talk just attack |
Came to the all white ting in all black |
Jumped on the mic with Jabba and Tash |
Check one two check, nigga I’m gassed |
Mandem roll through, yeah nigga I’m back! |
Walk in the rave with a smile on my face |
Yeah man I got a few racks on me |
Worm came through, don’t ask what you pay |
Tell man straight that a strap’s not cheap |
Light up my set then I’m out of the rave |
Waiting around, nah that’s not me |
I got caught in the club with a slut |
Tell my girl that it’s not that deep (it's not that deep) |
A rapper try come for my throne |
Ask Flipz should I kill them or no? |
(should I kill them or no) |
He said «Yo, brother don’t talk just blow» |
10 car convoy to my last show |
Spliff in the club, what d’you mean I can’t smoke? |
Drink in my cup, what d’you mean I can’t cope? |
Bun down the dance then I send man home |
You can check my bros |
Some of them buss gun, some of them go uni |
Some of them go church on a Sunday, some of them mash work with a uzi |
But none of my mandem are fruity |
Yeah most of my mandem are unruly |
Man are dishing out threats, putting money on my head |
Then they see me on the roads then they screw me |
How can I be scared? |
Big man like me with a beard |
I buss two two jokes in my vids, now they think I’m a prick, little nigga beware |
Swear that nigga turned bad last year? |
Fuck your tape, nigga we don’t care |
Stormzy’s whack yeah? |
I swear I’ve been grinding, oh well nigga life ain’t fair |
Yeah man know what it is when I’m out on the strip, with Flipz when I’m sliding |
through |
I’ll take the piss, slap mans chicken and chips and your pissed if I like your |
food |
Smoke with Dee, he said, «yeah man it’s peak the rap scene now relies on you» |
He said «you know I’m not lying, it’s true» |
I was like «where's my Fire in the Booth?» |
Check my stacks, I was that boy in the corner, little black boy with the strap |
D’s in the trap, putting down a brick into quarters, nigga get corned for your |
chat |
All for the racks, banging out «Private Caller», take a little more of my 'nac |
It’s mad, man can’t text me again |
Tryna make dark skin sexy again |
Word, see me on the road with my bros |
Feds can’t make man talk |
Never had a whip, never had Ps for a cab |
Couple man made me walk |
Then I hit a lick, gave man food on the tick |
Couple man paid me short |
Caught him in West, he was tryna buy some creps |
Beat him up in JD Sports |
I laid his corpse, rude boy lower your tone |
Couple pagans try follow me home |
Said «Yo Merms, can I borrow your phone?» |
G, come link me at the end of my road |
I just do my thing, I just chill |
I don’t really make no fuss |
My Gs them tell man cool, get that done, rudeboy leave it to us |
Walk in the rave with a smile on my face |
Yeah man I got a few racks on me |
Worm came through, don’t ask what you pay |
Tell man straight that a strap’s not cheap |
Light up my set then I’m out of the rave |
Waiting around, nah that’s not me |
I got caught in the club with a slut |
Tell my girl that it’s not that deep (it's not that deep) |