Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Think Deep Don't Sink, artist - Lil Skies.
Date of issue: 13.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Think Deep Don't Sink |
Yeah |
Mm-hmm, yeah, oh |
Yeah (Mmm), yeah |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Based1 got them bands, ho) |
Walk in, iced out, whole team got on Cuban links |
Niggas be hatin', I don’t care what a fuck nigga really think |
I’m gettin' this money, niggas know I get it every time I blink |
I’m stuntin', it’s nothin', deep think, but I promise that I never sink |
And I know why you hatin' on me |
And I know you’re an enemy |
I know you’re not no friend to me |
But I know, yeah, okay |
Walk in, MAC-11 |
Lay a nigga down on the ground |
Don’t say nothin', don’t say nothin' |
Don’t say nothin', don’t make a sound |
This nigga look crazy |
Look in his face, he gon' lay you down |
Say somethin', we runnin' |
Lay low, then we move right out of town |
Gotta boss shit, gotta man up |
Gotta stand up, do it for the team |
Gotta get the green by any means |
Niggas know what a young nigga really mean |
I ain’t have no food on my fuckin' plate |
Had to really go make a fuckin' way |
Now everywhere I go, yeah, I fuckin' stay |
'Cause I got it like that, yeah, it’s fuckin' made |
Yeah, everything I got for, I paid for |
These niggas be so broke, bro, I don’t even wanna talk about it |
Like, you know what I’m sayin'? |
Like, niggas be- |
And I’m tryna like, I don’t even wanna learn about it, uh |
So I’m gon' like… |
Bow, punch a nigga right in his shit |
Gang hatin' with the arms out the window |
All them niggas lay low when we come through |
They thought we was totin' on extendos |
And you know that I really got a .30 beam |
Yeah, Stan, he be ridin' for the fuckin' team |
All we got, yeah, we really got the fuckin' green |
I be doing everything by any means |
You get it, yeah |
I speak 'cause I’m a man of my word |
These niggas be actin' like nerds |
These niggas, they shit, they turds |
But I don’t wanna talk about them |
I’m back, I’m back on the pivot |
Them niggas, they know how I’m livin' |
Lil Skies, I be stackin' the spinach |
Gotta think about everything now |
The people be lookin' like, «Wow» |
On stage, I jump in the crowd |
You know my niggas go wild |
Smokin' gas, this no Black and Mild |
How I work, I’ma work for a while |
I promise we up on 'em now |
Nigga, we’ll never come down |
Walk in, iced out, whole team got on Cuban links |
Niggas be hatin', I don’t care what a fuck nigga really think |
I’m getting this money, niggas know I get it every time I blink |
I’m stuntin', it’s nothing, deep think, but I promise that I never sink |
And I know why you hatin' on me |
And I know you’re an enemy |
I know you’re not no friend to me |
But I know, yeah, yeah |
Bad vibes, I gotta keep that off me |
I don’t really wanna fuck with a broke bitch |
She bad like morning breath and coffee |
My life, I really been balling |
Demons, gotta shake them off me |
Don’t talk to me, you can’t stop me |
My drip exclusive, saucy |
How did you get my number? |
Tell that bitch, «Don't ever call me» |
She hit my line, she balling |
I told her, «Sorry, not sorry» |
I came up like Jabari |
I’m swervin' up in the car-y |
She know I’m not retardy |
I’m smoking, I’m high like martian |
In the sky with the UFO |
It’s me and all my bros |
We came up like the wolves |
Fuck around, we wipe your nose |
I got exclusive clothes |
You can’t get this in stores (Yeah) |
It’s a must, everything, yeah, gotta go |
Walk in, iced out, whole team got on Cuban links |
Niggas be hatin', I don’t care what a fuck nigga really think |
I’m getting this money, niggas know I get it every time I blink |
I’m stuntin', it’s nothing, deep think, but I promise that I never sink |
And I know why you hatin' on me |
And I know you’re an enemy |
I know you’re not no friend to me |
But I know, yeah, okay |