Knee Deep lyrics

[Intro]
Mm, mm, mm
You better not jump in this water, b*tch, we knee deep
You— mm, mm, mm, mm, n*gga (Bah)
Look

[Chorus]
You better not jump in this water, b*tch, we knee deep
I hope you payin' what you owe me (Ayy), you got six weeks (Clown)
Your baby daddy be with goofy's, he a pip-squeak (b*tch)
This n*gga ain't sh*t, heard he died in some six rigs (Know it)
He tryna text me 'bout a ho (Baby), bro, the b*tch weak
And you be cappin' in them songs, why you diss me? (n*gga)
If she ain't tryna suck no di*k, then make that b*tch leave (Broke)
Them real inches, I hate b*tches with them quick weaves (Ho)

[Verse]
I f*cked around and bought some Yeezy's to support the cause
This n*gga cap like he get money but don't got a car (b*tch)
Them chopper bullets had him sh*ttin', tell him check his drawers
Just let me out 'cause if I chase him, he ain't gettin' far
And every diamond came from Zina, b*tch, they hittin' hard
They love to troll me on the 'net, I feel like n*gga's bored
This Glock'll leave him faced up, now he can see the stars
We slide through all them n*gga's section like we on tour (n*gga)
Why would I pay for some security if we comin' sleeze?
Another chain on the way, I got a couple weeks (n*gga)
Just keep your foot on n*ggas neck 'til you can let 'em breath
The suckers think I'm movin' on, but it ain't never peace (No)
[Chorus]
You better not jump in this water, b*tch, we knee deep
I hope you payin' what you owe me (Ayy), you got six weeks (Clown)
Your baby daddy be with goofy's, he a pip-squeak (b*tch)
This n*gga ain't sh*t, heard he died in some six rigs (Know it)
He tryna text me 'bout a ho (Get out), bro, the b*tch weak
And you be cappin' in them songs (Ayy), why you diss me? (n*gga, clown)
If she ain't tryna suck no di*k, then make that b*tch leave
Them real inches (Ayy), I hate b*tches with them quick weaves (Ho)

[Outro]
You better not jump in this water, b*tch, we knee deep
I hope you payin' what you owe me (Ayy), you got six weeks (Clown)
Your baby daddy be with goofy's, he a pip-squeak (b*tch)
This n*gga ain't sh*t, heard he died in some six rigs (Know it)
He tryna text me 'bout a ho (Get out), bro, the b*tch weak
And you be cappin' in them songs (Ayy), why you diss me? (n*gga, clown)
If she ain't tryna suck no di*k, then make that b*tch leave
Them real inches, I hate b*tches with them quick weaves (Ho)