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

[Chorus]
You better not jump in this water, bitch, 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 (Bitch)
This n***a ain't shit, heard he died in some six rigs (Know it)
He tryna text me 'bout a ho (Baby), bro, the bitch weak
And you be cappin' in them songs, why you diss me? (N***a)
If she ain't tryna suck no dick, then make that bitch leave (Broke)
Them real inches, I hate bitches with them quick weaves (Ho)

[Verse]
I fucked around and bought some Yeezy's to support the cause
This n***a cap like he get money but don't got a car (Bitch)
Them chopper bullets had him shittin', 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, bitch, they hittin' hard
They love to troll me on the 'net, I feel like n***a's bored
This Glock'll leave him faced up, now he can see the stars
We slide through all them n***a's section like we on tour (N***a)
Why would I pay for some security if we comin' sleeze?
Another chain on the way, I got a couple weeks (N***a)
Just keep your foot on n***as 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, bitch, 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 (Bitch)
This n***a ain't shit, heard he died in some six rigs (Know it)
He tryna text me 'bout a ho (Get out), bro, the bitch weak
And you be cappin' in them songs (Ayy), why you diss me? (N***a, clown)
If she ain't tryna suck no dick, then make that bitch leave
Them real inches (Ayy), I hate bitches with them quick weaves (Ho)

[Outro]
You better not jump in this water, bitch, 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 (Bitch)
This n***a ain't shit, heard he died in some six rigs (Know it)
He tryna text me 'bout a ho (Get out), bro, the bitch weak
And you be cappin' in them songs (Ayy), why you diss me? (N***a, clown)
If she ain't tryna suck no dick, then make that bitch leave
Them real inches, I hate bitches with them quick weaves (Ho)