It Get Deep

By G.T.

On Owe It To Myself

Released on August 11, 2023

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[Intro: G.T.]

Ayy, lately I been...

Nobody told me the tables turn, but now a nigga know it

Yeah, ayy


[Chorus: G.T.]

Lately I been to myself, can't be around fake love

Fake handshakes, fake hugs

Never leave the crib without the gun

'Cause it get deep, it get deep

It get deep, it get deep

I tell you, it get deep, it get deep


[Verse 1: G.T.]

I was a lil' boy out here playin', I had to go grown man on 'em

They used to doubt me, I stuck to the plan on 'em

I'm just chillin', AP rubber band on me

I like her body, so I threw a band on her

I wanted hеr, but she put her friend on mе

Flew her to Mali, put a lil' tan on her

She wanna go shopping, here like ten thou'

I don't even know where to start

Celine, Celine, the Matty Boy Chrome Heart

I put some time in her just to fuck, then cut her off, I ain't got no heart

She givin' me brain, I'm thinkin' to myself like, "Damn, how the bitch ain't so smart?"

I'm trippin', I'm swingin' the Bentley from lane to lane, I'm treatin' this bitch like a go-kart


[Chorus: G.T.]

Lately I been to myself, can't be around fake love

Fake handshakes, fake hugs

Never leave the crib without the gun

'Cause it get deep, it get deep

It get deep, it get deep

I tell you, it get deep, it get deep


[Interlude: Shawny Binladen]

Buh, buh, buh

Oh, yeah

Uh

Yeah

Whole lot of Yellow Tape, nigga

Whole lot of Wavy Gang, nigga

Opp in the air

Big opp in the air, nigga


[Verse 2: Shawny Binladen]

Only two Glocks when we pop out

Brand new G, so I'm lettin' bro rock out

Lil' bro spot an opp, so you know he gotta hop out

Spin an opp block every day with the Glock out

Oh, yeah, bitch, with the G, I'ma leap

Uh, you now the gang playin' for keeps

Uh, shoot 'em out a Trackhawk Jeep

You know I count racks in my sleep

Oh, yeah, uh, blackout shit, bitch, you know we just land on 'em

If I want him dead, then you know I put some bands on him

Block so hot, Big Wick put a tan on 'em

That ain't his mans, lil' nigga just ran on him

That boy not a Grinch, he ain't even got a band on him

Lil' bro got a Glock, that shit'll never jam on him

John Wick the big dog, they'll never put a hand on him


[Outro: Shawny Binladen]

Oh, yeah

Uh

Yeah