King Lil G - 47 Deep lyrics

HT made the wave Yeah King Lil G, Tattoo'd Guns in the motherfu*kin' house You know what it is Face tattoos, guns, and drug use Throw that sh*t up and represent, shout out to my boy Will The gang with the sh*t, boy, you don't want that drama (HT made the wave) Brrat 47 deep, b*tch, we in the parking lot I been through some things I don't talk about I'm just getting money, I don't talk a lot Pullin' up with all the hoes, what you talkin' 'bout? Gang with the sh*t, boy, you don't want that drama Life's a b*tch, another day, another dollar The gang with the sh*t, boy, you don't want that drama Life's a b*tch, another day, another dollar Last week, I was in Phoenix, Arizona (Yeah, yeah) Tonight, I'll be in Denver, Colorado I'm in a tour bus full of naked models (Yeah, yeah) And they fu*k it up, they drinking out the bottle I got to meet the plug now ando connectado I need another drink, I like to puff on Gelado How you sellin' work if you ain't got it on demand? These b*tches wanna set me up, they comin' with a plan I can feel it in my blood, the other day, I couldn't sleep These haters won't stop until I'm six feet deep You can catch me at the Ritz, two or three zips (Yeah) Life is what you make it, God, forgive me for my sins (Yeah) 47 deep, b*tch, we in the parking lot I been through some things I don't talk about I'm just getting money, I don't talk a lot Pullin' up with all the hoes, what you talkin' 'bout? Gang with the sh*t, boy, you don't want that drama Life's a b*tch, another day, another dollar The gang with the sh*t, boy, you don't want that drama Life's a b*tch, another day, another dollar I don't want your b*tch, call it what you want to call it (Yeah) I don't smoke that other sh*t, I only want exotic Your homie tatted but he goofy, ain't nobody solid What's poppin' to my homie Blue, he made it out the projects Got a section for my people, they important We the ones that beat your ass and press record We the ones that took your b*tch when I perform (Yeah) I don't know about these rappers, they informants This is it, b*tch, I'm pulling out my chrome (Pull it out) Your homie scary, he was pullin' out his phone Got that fifth on my hip, got your girl on my lap Rest in peace your dead homies, there ain't no coming back (Nah) 47 deep, b*tch, we in the parking lot I been through some things I don't talk about I'm just getting money, I don't talk a lot Pullin' up with all the hoes, what you talkin' 'bout? Gang with the sh*t, boy, you don't want that drama Life's a b*tch, another day, another dollar The gang with the sh*t, boy, you don't want that drama Life's a b*tch, another day, another dollar