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Luca Brasi Freestyle
Kevin Gates
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I mean I wanna talk a lil' shit
Can I talk a lil' shit? (What up?)
I mean, Lidocaine, Isotope, Bolivia, Mother of Pearl, Acetone
I'm really in the streets with it (five ton jack)
Fourth quarter pressure
Five ton jack
With the metal box
Breadwinners stamp
Fourth quarter pressure
Five ton jack
With the metal box
Breadwinners stamp
Fourth quarter pressure
Breadwinners stamp
With the metal box
Five ton jack
Fourth quarter pressure
Breadwinners stamp
With the metal box
Five ton jack
With the acetone, ooh Rico press it back
Took a .40 out his one, and it's jumpin' back
Five hunnid racks on a whole pack
Bad bitch on the road 'bout to run it back
Cell phone ring that's another hunnid G's (hello?)
Asian out in Cali 'bout to send a bunch of P's (leggo!)
Cell phone ring that's another hunnid G's (hello?)
Asian out in Cali 'bout to send a ton of P's (leggo!)
Fourth quarter pressure
Five ton jack
With the metal box
Breadwinners stamp
Fourth quarter pressure
Five ton jack
With the metal box
Breadwinners stamp
Fourth quarter pressure
Breadwinners stamp
With the metal box
Five ton jack
Fourth quarter pressure
Breadwinners stamp
With the metal box
Five ton jack
You ever jumped out on a nigga block
Ya heard me and just been like, "Ay who the big dog is?"
I'm gettin' 'em whole, I'm gettin' the load
They come off a plane, they come off a boat
The eighteen wheeler pull up on the low, beep!
Back it back into the zone, beep!
Pager we hit like a phone (hello?)
Text message I settle it wrong
Text something your nigga be gone
He ain't on the connect that I'm strong
I send a hit and the pressure be on
Ridin' in Bentleys mind your business
I'm the business, we in the building
Breadwinner, boss material
Breadcrumbs, not with the cereal
Real one when I look in the mirror
Dope in the pot here makin' a miracle
Hold on boo don't get hysterical
We in the gutter, shit'll be scary
That's the new scary, I am not scary
You are not fresh, what are you wearing?
When I get dressed people are staring
Think what you want, I am not caring
Tell my lil' hoe, "I don't mind sharing"
She keep it solid, movin' in silence
Every time, a lil' hearin' impaired
Nobody perfect we understand
Balled a case, gave her some bands
She hold a sack, thumbin' through that
I hit from the back, I make her tap
Pullin' her hair, we in the trap
All of the jury seen her naked
Still servin' whilst I'm flexing
Shirt off and I'm sexy
Skrrt off in the Lexus
Straight raw, I'm a legend
Gold MAC-911
Rap talk, I'm a veteran
Cookin' a brick and I'm makin' a steal
I got it cooling right in the kit
Food boomin' right in the trenches
New booty give me your digits
Stick and dick all of your kidneys
New jewelry really ridiculous
New coupe removable ceilings
Two scoop, nigga we drippin'
Ice movin' all of my digits
Bitch bad booty got dippers
Fuck her face, or do you got pimples
Dump her off, she live in a demo
Migo call, tell him to send her
Roadside, surface deliver
Rolls Royce, shitting on niggas
No choice, force me to kill 'em
My swag, you cannot mimic
This high, I'm really livin'
Truth be told, I'm one of them niggas
Truth be told, I shot a few niggas
I'm a trophy, I'm in the city
Trap spot, we goin' digi
Push button, punish your witness
Kush comin' in a few minutes
Say they dead hey why you pretendin'?
Wasn't for me, you wouldn't be livin'
Pull up outside, hop out and finish
I'm really winnin', standin' up tension
Make a decision, how we gon' fix it?
Fourth quarter pressure
Five ton jack
With the metal box
Breadwinners stamp
Fourth quarter pressure
Five ton jack
With the metal box
Breadwinners stamp
Fourth quarter pressure
Breadwinners stamp
With the metal box
Five ton jack
Fourth quarter pressure
Breadwinners stamp
With the metal box
Five ton jack
Cell phone ring that's another hunnid G's
Asian out in Cali 'bout to send a bunch of P's
Cell phone ring that's another hunnid G's
Asian out in Cali 'bout to send a ton of P's
Show me where I hated on a nigga before (ayo look)
(Is you just not tunin' into this?)
Every nigga that ever came 'round me be a brother, nigga?
(Luca Brasi Three, yuh hear of it? Ayy)
Yuh heard me? (I appreciate your loyalty)
I appreciate your loyalty
(And I'm a Breadwinner)
(I'm mafia material, you could believe that)
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