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Kevin Gates
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Ask about me real and you read, I lay it right
Man, that man is Kevin Gates, got that drug dealer swag
If you get it how I get it, throw your cups in the air
Man, that man is Kevin Gates, got that drug dealer swag
I can't run out of money, that's that drug dealer cash
Man, fuck what a nigga said, I'ma live life
I'ma fuck hoes, I'ma rock ice
Man, fuck what a nigga said, I'ma steal flights
I'ma stack bread, I'ma get right
In the 392
How you say you not fuckin' God on Daisy Dukes?
I ain't no regular rapper, these bullets are tacos
So get out the way when I shoot
I don't play with my food
If I call ABP, better know he gon' do what he do
Since day I wanted to be famous
Got hit with a banger and now his whole face on the news
Baby come fuck with a cheetah, I know you a eater
Ain't talkin' Chris Brown, how I beat her
I'm hot but I don't got a heater
I did this shit on my own, you a follower, the leader
Dope got me higher than Peter
If you get put in that room, you gon' float like fajita
Touchdown, play no receiver
And if you up, better shoot, cut 'em up like a pizza
A4 a deuce and a Faygo
I got some hitters who go when I say so
Didn't have no cheese, had to switch up the payroll
And I be stretchin' these hoes like some Play-Doh
Hit from the back, put my thumb in the A-hole
Know I'm next to fly out to Barbados
With a white joint, had to try out the mayo
You can get hit with the Glock or the Draco
Fuck what a nigga said, I'ma live life
I'ma fuck hoes, I'ma rock ice
Man, fuck what a nigga said, I'ma steal flights
I'ma stack bread, I'ma get right
Bitch, I'm a dog, super a beast
They done fucked up, let me off of the leash
I just got a check just like Nike Elite
Quick, get 'em gone, erase the geek
Won't talk to these bitches because they get aggy
The guap in my pocket, my pants lookin' baggy
I smoke me a blunt, then go flip me a sandwich
Then hop in the booth and I spit out some damage
I'm A&F, fuck, I'm more guap than my daddy
A brand new bitch and she just came from Paris
And she call me daddy but I'm not a parent
New stick with a scope, got some bullets for Sharon
Fuck all that pain and get back to the trappin'
Rob me a nigga then call me a jacket
Keep me a steel, you get cut like a packet
New Glock call it ghetto because it be ratchet
My chain is so bright, you might need solar glasses
I chop off a head if a bitch try to snatch it
Was flexin' on bitches while skippin' my classes
You hate on the drill but you still tryna match it
Thought we was cool but you snack, you a faggot
You sneak on my girl, it ain't like it ain't happen
I catch you in traffic, come work on my magic
I make the bitch stretch her throat like she elastic
Man, that man is Kevin Gates, got that drug dealer swag
If you get it how I get it, throw your cups in the air
Man, that man is Kevin Gates, got that drug dealer swag
I can't run out of money, that's that drug dealer cash
Man, fuck what a nigga said, I'ma live life
I'ma fuck hoes, I'ma rock ice
Man, fuck what a nigga said, I'ma steal flights
I'ma stack bread, I'ma get right
Ask about me real and you read, I lay it right
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