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Kevin Gates

Genres: Hip-Hop

Intro Edition Lyrics - Kevin Gates

I only know one way 

The dumb way 

You gon' have to keep up with me on here 

 

Handle the business, I'm all man 

We had to drink from a storm drain 

In front of the judge and the storm came 

But I got it in like Lebron James 

Don't give a fuck about ball man 

But will put a dent in yo bald fade 

Dickin' the denim, no log play 

I used to click in the hallway 

Brick of the grits, yellin' fish 

Hit assist, money legit 

Bayou Classic, rockin' a fit 

Shit that I sip, more than your rent 

I took a pledge when I came in the game 

Gave that pussy nigga back his lil' chain 

Diamond link on the beat when it hang 

My bitch bad with a booty that swing 

Fake shit, done polluted the game 

Took a loss, stayed true to the game 

Big boss, bought a coupe and a Range 

Big dawg, got a shooter who aim 

Wrong move, It'll cost you your brain 

Finessed move, he finessin my dame 

Fucked over, I ain't ashamed to admit it 

Came back, then I ran up a ticket 

I'm him, yeah, the gangsta edition 

Walked down, really spankin' a nigga 

Say they plannin on yankin' a nigga 

On the Gram now, I'm likin' they pictures 

No plate, pulin' up in a rental 

Hop out, this a animal issue 

Surgical, what I am with a pistol 

Swaying colors, draw big ammunition 

Neckway, an animal with it 

Get away, gotta get to the clearin' 

Kill a junkie who was driving a witness 

Burn the fingerprints after we finish 

Tap in, tell Gunna come get me 

In Atlanta, layin' low in the city 

King branded, let me suck on your titty 

Wait, I feel it and I'm rippin her kidney 

Diamond teeth when I lick on her kitty 

Only thing I ain't doin', no kissing 

Been played, I ain't get in my feelings 

Sad thing, it was one of my niggas 

Both ways, I get money, a killa 

No way, I ain't doin' no stealing 

Big gangsta, really one of them niggas 

Dennis Loud's really one of them niggas 

EMC, super dope in the ceiling 

Anthony Ree, controllin' the building 

You get on that button, you know how we livin' 

I'm pushin' that button, whoever wanna get it 

Big brick, talking on the yard 

Clientele up, flooded all 

Met a plug, then I met a plug 

I'm the only drug dealer on the wall 

Mutual con, shout out to Quan 

Baby go down, from Mutual Quan | 

Den do rango [?] 

I do my shit without a nigga knowin' 

Walk in, room get to glowin' 

Placed a order, but you didn't know it 

Makin' baby lately, shit been borin' 

Bread winner did it from the corner 

 

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I get the picture, right now 

Lil' bitty bitch, bite down 

One of my wrists, iced out 

Gorillas don't hit with the lights out 

I get the picture, right now 

Lil' bitty bitch, bite down 

One of my wrists, iced out 

Gorillas don't hit with the lights out 

 

Stop playin', why is you playin'? 

I am not playin', I'm in the yeah 

I'm just sayin', what is you saying? 

I do not say, how much is yeah 

Stop playin', right now 

Lil' bitty bitch, bite down 

One of my wrists, iced out 

Gorillas don't hit with the lights out 

 

ZO6, Chanel on the seat 

Put 'em on feet, fuck up the street 

Diamond my link, diamond my teeth 

Now is a feat, buy me to speak, yeah 

Cocaine, sexy motherfucker 

Uptown flexin' in the gutter 

Was broke, now I'm flexin' for the summer 

Back then ain't nobody love me 

Cleats on, stomping in the jungle 

Let's get ready for the rumble 

Will skeet at ya', I don't stutter 

Talk loud, bet ya' I won't mumble 

Real fly jacket, how I'm comin 

Freshest in the district, but I'm humble 

Dealing with addiction, I'm a junkie 

Losing weight running to the money 

Having plenty paper been accustomed 

Leavin' out a tailor, get it custom 

Pray my baby make it in through customs 

Fuck her, send her right back to her country 

Puerto Rican Johnny, you know I love you 

My exchange is foreign, kinda cut me 

Pourin' drinks, still like it muddy 

Freak ya' bitch, still like 'em slutty 

Kitchen phone ring 

Breakin' down a whole thing 

Two-fifty-two in every pie 

Not a piece, a whole thing 

Mixin' H with Quan now 

Take him one, two whole days 

Molly grits, supply the stripper 

Buy the triple on private planes 

Read a book, then took a nap 

Enjoyed the things that powder bring 

Haters hate, that's on the daily 

Expected that when power came 

Overseas, the hours changed 

Spent the weekend counting change 

Regular shit, I'mma go in a minute 

Pullin' garages, and openin' fender 

Won't talk to a hoe, told her open her dentures 

Get out her pockets, you go on restriction 

All in my comments, I pay no attention 

Militant men with a militant interest 

Muslim seeking in need of a lender 

Stay on your Deen and he know that we meant it 

Try to come play me, I'm dodging a visit 

He know it's illegal to charge him a interest 

Food for the homeless, who sleeping on benches 

You play with my sister, you know that it's tension 

Carpenter, carpenter the way I be nailing shit 

Carpet the bitches that waitin' to bill it 

Plumber went pipin' inside of the biscuit 

[?] extensions 

Sauce on the table, the waiter come get it 

My cup runneth over with flavor, I'm drippin 

Thumbin' through paper, I'm not comin' to kick it 

You prolly won't see me unless you comin' with it 

Hit my lieutenant, he trailin' the bentley 

With something exclusive, and it's not a semi 

My window not tinted 

I want you to see all the jewelry I got on my shit, goin' digi 

I'mma unblock everybody on insta 

I'm livin' like that, I know you get the picture 

 

I get the picture, right now 

Lil' bitty bitch, bite down 

One of my wrists, iced out 

Gorillas don't hit with the lights out 

I get the picture, right now 

Lil' bitty bitch, bite down 

One of my wrists, iced out 

Gorillas don't hit with the lights out 

Stop playin', why is you playin'? 

I am not playin, I'm in the yeah 

I'm just sayin', what is you saying? 

I do not say, I'mma just, yeah 

Stop playin', right now 

Lil' bitty bitch, bite down 

One of my wrists, iced out 

Gorillas don't hit with the lights out 

Stop playin' 

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