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What He Say

Kevin Gates
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Ask if I be 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 say, I'ma live life I'ma fuck hoes, I'ma rock ice Man, fuck what a nigga say, I'ma steal flights I'ma stack bread, I'ma get right Hold it down for my cookout (What?) Ace way to look out Working with 'bout twenty, my neck and my wrist flooded (Nigga) Scrapping, I'm so sickening, rapping, I'm Mo evening Surround rap packs for stacks, Nicole Simpson Pull up on the Ave, I'm bamming that old Jeezy Give my niggas dap, get back in that four-seater Check on my lil' trap, get back to the Four Seasons I'ma break a back, a MAC and I mean it I'ma keep a strap attached to my penis Pour me some of that, sit back, now I'm leaning Haters that attack the MAC, a steam clean 'em Hop up in the 'Lac, relax, now we speeding Floating, kinda potent, I'm smoking that Alpine Your girl playing with the remote to the Alpine So I know why you gerbils be staring 'Cause I whip the drop top Guerrilla 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 say, I'ma live life I'ma fuck hoes, I'ma rock ice Man, fuck what a nigga say, I'ma steal flights I'ma stack bread, I'ma get right I'm Kevin Gates (Who?), the hottest nigga down south Nakamichi surround sound in my townhouse At the Classic with my nigga acting 'bout to wild out '88 With the loud growl make 'em bow down My finger tips is freezing, my collarbone's anemic My other wrist bulimic, throw up everything I finish Heard I got the word on a nigga, I'm ghost, get me I will bring the fitted and rip him some four chickens Kevin hit the block, Kevin make it roll Kevin like to cook two and a quarters on the stove Kevin be with Tone, Kevin riding rims Don't like the microwave 'cause it take away the strength My baking soda bread put a stamp on the connection You ask me anything, keep it platinum every question Catch me on the rebound, open seam label Brice white, white whiter than Josephine Baker 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 say, I'ma live life I'ma fuck hoes, I'ma rock ice Man, fuck what a nigga say, I'ma steal flights I'ma stack bread, I'ma get right Ask if I be real and you read, I lay it right Oh, oh Man, fuck what a nigga say Fuck what a nigga say Man, fuck what a nigga say