Kevin Gates - Luca Brasi 2: Gangsta Grillz Album Lyrics

Say I'm too aggressive, that's that pressure, nigga, test you
Shout all my niggas special, he come home we goin' extra
Evolvin', grew with power, he the sour, I'ma stretch you
My heart too big while thankin' God, I finally learned my lesson
Your bitch gon' f*ck someone you know after you get arrested
My nigga broke the street law with an 8 minute confession
God have mercy on his soul, pray he don't miss no blessings
Turnin' up, we kill it all, on Instagram we flexin'
I'll steal one of you niggas, check one of you niggas
Get pissed on, get pissed off and bless one of you niggas
But wait, that's Lil Cannon, loaded MAC 11
Tell the ho you're with that you'll disrespect me
But probably really won't ever
I run shit, no effort, walk by faith, I'm careless
No weapon formed shall prosper, I'm a god, nigga, be careful
Nigga slapped you, you ain't that 'bout it
So pussy nigga, whatever
When it's shots fired, I was out here
Still ridin' 'round in my section
Heaven made me tailor made, express image and likeness
Illuminated, my skin glow and a lot of niggas don't like it
Immortal, swearin' to me when they're swearin' to God
They won't wake up tomorrow
Angels will follow, speak death from my lips
And I promise you this, you will lay in a coffin
Dominion over this [?], mojo power like Austin
Starbucks with K. Michelle, in the car sippin' my coffee
If a bitch bad with a thick ass, whip dick out while she talkin'
If we in the car and she get mad, won't kiss ass, she walkin'
My new thing I just grabbed, cocaine paint retarded
Nother wrapped dash with wood grain and the lamb skin like Spalding
Chris Porter at Auburn, men is pickin' up when I called 'em
At the barbershop, a nigga Philly had me uncomfortable
I won't argue
You ain't know Nook was in the back room
Go with your move, he gon' off yah
That same nigga said that I look at him like a big uncle
Hate you the most be the people that love you
Shit gets so disgustin', mothaf*cka

I was trying to get it how I live
I want them dead presidents
I wanna pull up, head spent
Get it, get fly, I got six jobs I don't get tired
(And I don't get tired) I don't get, I don't get tired
(And I don't get tired) I don't get, I don't get tired
(And I don't get tired) I don't get, I don't get tired
Get it, get fly, I got six jobs, I don't get tired

Full time father, full time artist
Asked God, he said "grind harder"
Learn from every time you ever fail
If it never fail just grind smarter
Iron sharpens, you the dagger
On they hindquarters and they all acting
Rap game, I'm a pallbearer
Kill me and get a call after
First look, it was all laughter
Kevin Gates, no small matter
Made men believe what they didn't believe
Dive in the crown, no safety hoardings
Got in the booth, no safety on it
Aim and I shoot for the stars
At the awards I ain't win no awards
Only meaning one thing, don't get tired, I go hard

I was trying to get it how I live
I want them dead presidents
I wanna pull up, (wanna pull up) head spent
Get it, get fly, I got six jobs I don't get tired
(And I don't get tired) I don't get, I don't get tired
(And I don't get tired) I don't get, I don't get tired
(And I don't get tired) I don't get, I don't get tired
Get it, get fly, I got six jobs, I don't get tired

Me and the woman I love on an a air mattress
We share a cot, my hair nappy
Couldn't afford flights, no air travel
Steal Rice Krispies like sand and gravel
Our testament to what can happen
The moment you follow your heart
Keeping the faith even when it get dark
They say give up as I tell them "get lost"
Six weeks ago I just purchased a farm
Most likely the one that you cannot afford
Right foot on the gas
Balenciaga be accelerating, I'm doing the dash
Chick that I'm with, shorty be doing her shit
And it's okay to say that she bad
Look to the right and I give her a glance
Pray to God we don't, pray to God we don't crash

I was trying to get it how I live
I want them dead presidents
I wanna pull up, (wanna pull up) head spent
Get it, get fly, I got six jobs I don't get tired
(And I don't get tired) I don't get, I don't get tired
(And I don't get tired) I don't get, I don't get tired
(And I don't get tired) I don't get, I don't get tired
Get it, get fly, I got six jobs, I don't get tired

Only meaning one thing, don't get tired, I go hard
Don't play with the hustle, you eat or you starve
Don't mimic pretenders, just be who you are
Ain't never change, been like this from the start
Only meaning one thing, don't get tired, I go hard (I don't get tired)
Don't play with the hustle, you eat or you starve (I don't get tired)
Don't mimic pretenders, just be who you are
Get it, get fly, I got six jobs, I don't get tired (And I don't get tired)

I was trying to get it how I live (And I don't get tired)
I want them dead presidents (And I don't get tired)
I wanna pull up, (wanna pull up) head spent
Get it, get fly, I got six jobs I don't get tired
(And I don't get tired) I don't get, I don't get tired
(And I don't get tired) I don't get, I don't get tired
(And I don't get tired) I don't get, I don't get tired
Get it, get fly, I got six jobs, I don't get tired

And I don't get tired
And I don't get tired
And I don't get tired
Get it, get fly, I got six jobs, I don't get tired

Bet a lot pussy niggas want to murder Brasi
Boulevard, Murcirélago and a Maserati
Boobie Black, Gunna, and Menace still a catch a body
And if you f*ck around with Rayzor, bitch I'm out my body
Sideways, coupe be out my body
Whole clique pull up in Vettes, bitch we out our body
And you ever disrespect it then it's kamikaze
I just be with me a shooter like I'm John Gotti

I feel like John Gotti
(Put your hands down, when you talkin' to me, bitch)
John Gotti
'Cause it ain't shit to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti
It ain't shit to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti

My cousin CJ tried to hit me with a brick of raw
In Alexandria, yeah it's nothing for to get it gone
With music, I ain't won awards, but I kept it gangster
Gon be a god in New Orleans like that nigga Daymond
Landlord in the south like my nigga Lucci
Corvette in front of David Ways screeching free Lee Lucas
F*ck that nigga bitch, I got her saying free Lee Lucas (Free Lee Lucas)
(Say free Lee Lucas)

Beeto and Bryan bitch, I just got off the phone with 'em
My old friends hatin, sending me the wrong signals
My dog recorded conversations, man what's wrong with him?
You got them college niggas fool, I be with stone killers

Bet a lot pussy niggas want to murder Brasi
Boulevard, Murcirélago and a Maserati
Boobie Black, Gunna, and Menace still a catch a body
And if you f*ck around with Rayzor, bitch I'm out my body
Sideways, coupe be out my body
Whole clique pull up in Vettes, bitch we out our body
And you ever disrespect it then it's kamikaze
I just be with me a shooter like I'm John Gotti

I feel like John Gotti
(Put your hands down, when you talkin' to me, bitch)
John Gotti
'Cause it ain't shit to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti
It ain't shit to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti

Praise to Allah, I was born a god
With the murder game I'm righteous
Cancel shows just for Rayzor wedding, I don't know another just like it
I love Bunker, but despite the love, I don't know what made him dislike it
But me and Gunna in the Porsche truck and we screeching off like lightning
Fast, doing the dash, your bitch on my ass, she want me to smash
Flip out and flash, I'd rather get cash
Drika she bad and she into bags
Up in the Louis, Emilio Pucci
I tell em it's Gucci when they want them bands
I got them racks and no longer wear jewelry
'Cause I'm bout my business, and back selling sand

I don't get tired
I'm bout my business, and back selling sand
I'm bout my business, and back selling sand
I'm bout my business, and back selling sand
I'm bout my business, and back selling sand

Bet a lot pussy niggas want to murder Brasi
Boulevard, Murcirélago and a Maserati
Boobie Black, Gunna, and Menace still a catch a body
And if you f*ck around with Rayzor, bitch I'm out my body
Sideways, coupe be out my body
Whole clique pull up in Vettes, bitch we out our body
And you ever disrespect it then it's kamikaze
I just be with me a shooter like I'm John Gotti

I feel like John Gotti
(Put your hands down, when you talkin' to me, bitch)
John Gotti
'Cause it ain't shit to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti
It ain't shit to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti

I wear my emotions on my sleeve you know what I'm saying
I've always been like that, my whole life, man
If I f*ck with you, I'm all the way out there
If I don't f*ck with you
I don't mind you knowing I don't f*ck with you

Breaking down a key of coke, I ain't never seen a boat
Khaza got circumcised thinkin I'mma need a load
Boobie he a shooter hit the top of your medulla
From a scooter with a ruger I don't think he even need a scope
Attending college been a goal that I'm after
Evaded doin' life without parole wearin' shackles
I'm only f*cking with what matters
A washed up rapper talking trash doesn't matter
Front windshield of the car when it shatters
My nigga brains blown out land in my lap
Told God take me, everybody blamed me
Praying till I'm prayed out won't bring him back

They say my life is amazing
Funny been a question kinda wonder how I made it
Forest Gump and I got something in common
The world treat you different when you make it

We ain't booted off a molly, we don't do shrooms
All we do is pass gas loud, excuse who?
Twin-turbo 911 make it vroom vroom
We in all black, my mechanic, make the tool move
Say you sip lean, yeah, I do too
I ain't tryna hit your cup, nigga, do you
I'm Michael Jackson, I'm reincarnated
I channel this spirit like Ali the greatest
Medicinal marijuana, am I medicated?
Aerosmith jaded
She looked like Nala when she got on top me
I gazed in her eyes and responded
Can we go half on a baby?
Broke another fingernail scratching on my back
Nailed her to the ceiling when I'm pushing on her pelvis
See my tattoo of Elvis when I'm tearing up her cat

I'm a perfect imperfection
My craft has been perfected
I just need affection
Emotionally, I'm a introvert but it comes off as aggression
No one understand me and everybody can't be slow
It's refreshing to find someone who thinks like me so I can't be wrong
I'm a perfect imperfection and I don't find interest in the radio
So everytime I get high I watch the time pass by like away we go
Is it ok to cry when you're dying inside?
Seem like codeine is the one thing that help take my mind from the lies

Point the flame in my brain with the full clip
Drake said Gates do his thing he don't bullshit
All you other niggas rap about is bullshit
Hit the studio on drugs when you get all in your feelings
Look into your eyes nigga you ain't ever lived it
But always talking cooking dope nigga ever had heart ache?
Ever lost money learned how to cook oil based
Ever grind hard tryna pay for your lawyer?
Get him payed off and you still go to jail
And that bitch that you love don't pick up when you call her
F*ckin' with your nigga when you get out and you dog her
Going with your mood with a nigga you don't argue
Came here to die in the game I'm retarded
Know it's got a name I ain't knowing what to call it
Mama three-way the call chopping game, me and forty
Freeman I look to you nigga and I love you
Know you lost your parents but with me you got a brother
Malaki and Chris prolly all still trap
Cousin Li'l Quick telling me he wanna rap
Uptown Beezy and the white house administration
Get the paper had to see Tyrese in the scrap
When his seatbelt strap make it hard to lean back
Sittin' up straight in the car with the shades on
Young Seven with the jensen and my main man gone
I was doing time up in rivers when he came home
Now I'm waiting on a nigga for the get out of line
No drive by we jump out and dump where you grind
Excuse me I meant to say where you spend time
You too scared to hustle you're just wasting time
I used to play nice with Khahlil and Jaquinten
And his brother f*cked with the ones whose against me
Stop making threats 'cause I swear I hate living
You say you don't like me well shut up or kill me
Well shut up or kill me
You say you don't like me well shut up or kill me
Bitch shut up or kill me

I'm a perfect imperfection
My craft has been perfected
I just need affection
Emotionally, I'm a introvert but it comes off as aggression
No one understand me and everybody can't be slow
It's refreshing to find someone who thinks like me so I can't be wrong
I'm a perfect imperfection and I don't find interest in the radio
So every time I get high I watch the time pass by like away we go
Is it OK to cry when you're dying inside?
Seem like codeine is the one thing that help take my mind from the lies

A lot of motherf*ckers ain't know I was Puerto Rican
They thought I was black ya heard me
I come on the front of the Narco Trafficante
I get to telling them motherf*ckers "Yo mato por nada"
They like "What that mean?"
I had to tell em', that mean I kill for nothin'
BWA, Bread Winners Association
I don't get tired
You know I'm all the way out there

I'm f*cking with the plug daughter
I'm f*cking with the plug daughter
We get road side assistance when we placing orders
Wrap the money up and then we send it 'cross the water
I'm f*cking with the plug daughter
I'm f*cking with the plug daughter
I'm tied in with Diego, they treat me like family
And if I ever leave her they gon' kill my family

In the middle of the kitchen
Water-whipping me a chicken
Breakin' down a brick on a island
Granite counter top with Italian marble
No, I really meant we own a island
Duct tape and a box cutter
Took a seven out em', bout to drop somethin'
Test her with me, gotta test a piece of this recipe
When I cop somethin'
(Swear to God I cook the bitch and don't jump man I ain't buying shit)
Interesting, get rich, I'mma stay with my bitch
And legitimate dealings my name don't exist
Never flake, I get hit then I'm taking my lick
And they know that I'm solid, 13 caught a body
Don't be with nobody, I be with them bands
My people just see me, he need an advance
He know that this platinum he don't need no cash
He know that we family, I'll lend him my last
Turn up in Phantoms and turn up in Jags
We shop in designer, we changing the climate
Ball in the mall and we leaving with bags
Money no object, we f*ck up the profit
Cameras is watchin', sometimes I feel like the cameras is watchin'
In love with Luca Brasi I got coke I'm in the mafia

I'm f*cking with the plug daughter
I'm f*cking with the plug daughter
We get road side assistance when we placing orders
Wrap the money up and then we send it 'cross the water
I'm f*cking with the plug daughter
I'm f*cking with the plug daughter
I'm tied in with Diego, they treat me like family
And if I ever leave her they gon' kill my family

Twenty-four hours, nigga, seven days a week
Me, I don't get tired, I let you other niggas sleep
Turn up for that check and yeah I get it out the streets
Hustle like I'm starving going hard, I gotta eat

I get it out the mud, yeah, yeah
I get it out the mud, yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch how I break my wrist
Make that water whip
Stretch it out, then flip
I'm all about my chips

I get it out the mud yeah, yeah
I get it out the mud yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch how I break my wrist
Make that water whip
Stretch it out, then flip
I'm all about my chips
I get it out the mud

Turn up in two seconds
Get it with music and cope when I'm stretching
Across the street under a bando
And here with your ho, could get her to go fetch it (Here boy)
On the scale, but I call her the ruler
And that's what I'm using my method to measure
Got her jumping up out of the party
My clique-ity clucking surrounding my property
I meant to say my clientickity
Numbers official retickity
Out the mud, nobody did shit for me
Arrogant often I'm bigity
All about money, like what done got into me
Breaking down bricks and we blowing good grigity?
Say you ain't feeling me, outta try killing me
Neighborhood love me, it's hard to get rid of me
My baby mothers are sick of me
I put that dick on 'em now they ridiculously
Saying, that when I don't come in I'm with a freak bitch
I've been chasing my paper religiously
I'm really in the street, others pretend to be
Let me get off of my grind then they sellin' me
No one repeatedly coming and getting me out the mud nigga
I'm the epitome

Twenty-four hours, nigga, seven days a week
Me, I don't get tired, I let you other niggas sleep
Turn up for that check and yeah I get it out the streets
Hustle like I'm starving going hard, I gotta eat

I get it out the mud, yeah, yeah
I get it out the mud, yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch how I break my wrist
Make that water whip
Stretch it out, then flip
I'm all about my chips

I get it out the mud yeah, yeah
I get it out the mud yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch how I break my wrist
Make that water whip
Stretch it out, then flip
I'm all about my chips
I get it out the mud

Money coming, my money gotta flip it
I ain't waiting on nobody, I'mma go get it
I ain't tripping on a nigga, I'm a gorilla
Somebody take something from me, I'm gonna go kill 'em
Trap with my heart and I'm serving out the window
Barely balled up, with a curtain on the window
Face card worth a lot of bands in the hood
Had to leave the dice game, got a bond out Fooz
Sunday coming up, pull the cars out
Look, another twenty grand, but my girl called me
Put bail, what the hell got all y'all shook
Poo hit the line in the drop
Blowing drank then take him to the road
Pulling up, getting it, ? Sick man
Drop no whip, and a nigga gon' vouch (vouch)
Another 4K just stuffed in the couch
Promise I ain't tryna swag, I just got a lot of that
Anybody try me, I'mma put 'em in a body bag
Follow that, copy that, pounds in the garbage bag
Backed in the bank, y'all leaving after driving that
Call 'em back Call 'em back, chill, no falling back
Quicker than I got it, then I done ran out of that
? Shittin harder than the bitch ?

Twenty-four hours, nigga, seven days a week
Me, I don't get tired, I let you other niggas sleep
Turn up for that check and yeah I get it out the streets
Hustle like I'm starving going hard, I gotta eat

I get it out the mud, yeah, yeah
I get it out the mud, yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch how I break my wrist
Make that water whip
Stretch it out, then flip
I'm all about my chips

I get it out the mud yeah, yeah
I get it out the mud yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch how I break my wrist
Make that water whip
Stretch it out, then flip
I'm all about my chips
I get it out the mud

[Verse 1 - Kevin Gates:]
Bitch, get naked disrespectful when we sexing
I-N-D-E-P-E whatever
Ain't got no time for spelling, It's about time you start undressing
All that ass behind you yeah, I can see it from the front
Cutting up the 'ply, sipping Yike, blowing blunts
In the car, oh God I'm nasty
Just said don't put nothing past me
Behind it over, pull your hair, then smack it
Pressure, 'tron, scratching
Beat the pussy, I got come back
Now come back(come back), What's happening(come back)

[Chorus:]
I like my bitches thugged out, on the couch
Making love, in a drug house(ugh)
I like my bitches thugged out, only one who know just what a thug about
Baby, I just like my women thugged out, I like my bitches thugged out

[Verse 2 - Kevin Gates:]
Face down, ass up that's the way we like to f*ck(you're right)
On that goose, you too loose baby, tighten up
On a deuce, sipping juice, that's my type of love
(Retawdid)
That's my type of, tattoos all on my body
My whips always exotic(skrrt!)
Talk loud with my jeans sagging, and she don't think it's obnoxious(what up?)
In and out of jail, I'm thugging
She hold it down, no question
Aggressive, get money, she love me, one hundred(ugh)

[Chorus:]
I like my bitches thugged out, on the couch
Making love, in a drug house(ugh)
I like my bitches thugged out, only one who know just what a thug about
Baby, I just like my women thugged out, I like my bitches thugged out

[Verse 3 - Boobie Black:]
Yeah, she official
Thugging to the griscle
Big Chanel bag for the racks and the pistol
Riding for a nigga, she ain't never tripping
The Porshe Panamera coupe, she really about her business
Copped it off the profit, got a condo in the trenches
Flights taking off, she above them local bitches
I love the way she thugging, she roll my kush for me
I f*cks with her one hundred, you other bitches stunting

[Chorus:]
I like my bitches thugged out, on the couch
Making love, in a drug house(ugh)
I like my bitches thugged out, only one who know just what a thug about
Baby, I just like my women thugged out, I like my bitches thugged out

I'm 'bout to tell you some shit, I ain't never told nobody
You gon' see where the aggression come from
You gon' see where all the pain, all the hatred come from
You gon' see where all the betrayal come from
Nigga, get the dough nigga, f*ck
(I don't get tired)

F*ck a meeting, we about to have a sit down
Wrap the phone up in plastic and stick it in the fridge
They know where we are, but they don't know what we did
Anything 'bout a mix-up, murder getting sent
Gotta speak in code when you talking on the phone
Sticking to the code, they'll listen to the song
I told my team about manifestation
People are basic, they thought I was crazy
Hard with the witchcraft, study every night
Philosopher's Stone, I perform another rite
Rite meaning ritual, created dry ice
Hid in plain sight, wear the suit and tie nice
Mason mean more than a brick layer
Salmonella moving chicken, got my chick tailored
Poison that was given, distributed in the streets
Find another way to eat, I'ma quit slangin'
Bread Winner gang made niggas quit hangin'
Other side hate it when a nigga bang money
Thumbing through the law books and he know the law?
Sent a hit in Baton Rouge and he getting off?
Third-eye focus, wonder what he saw?
Power in the, bullets in your car
You ain't want it, had it on you, tried to pull it but you lost
War never knew mercy
Our Lady of the Lake won't receive you with open arms
You in yellow tape
Maluchie going stupid, he'll do it everyday
Talking 'bout leaving your grandmother, and will do it in your face
Shitting in the jack nigga, you got do-do in your face
What you doing? Don't you know it ain't no doing it with Gates?
Peculiar, oolier, noodle your grape
Lot of days spent in the cage, wasn't what you think
Washing clothes with the toilet water, drinking out the sink
Hard mat hurt your back when it's no option
Everybody boxed in, tryna release toxins

F*ck a meeting we about to have a sit down
Not a part of this, pussy nigga can't sit 'round
Bread Winner business, model bitches getting dicked down
Get the phone back when they finish, get 'em kicked out
All in favor of a favor for a favor
Any other matter we gon' bring it to the table
Organization gotta have communication
Full participation, Bread Winner's in the making
F*ck a meeting we about to have a sit down
Got the bread invested then we split it with the clique now
Bought a share together, people feel like we the shit now
Passing through your section, I ain't showing no affection to a nigga or a bitch
Take a whiff, know you're sick now
Syrup, drinking out the bottle how I sip now
Ride around the bottom with the tint down
I'm a shooter, got a pistol with the dick out
True story, what I rap about I lived out
That's why I got a pistol with the dick out

F*cked up feeling when you get it from the gutter
Be the people in your own hood steady saying f*ck ya
Way a nigga living when you see me in the picture
Difficult to tell the difference in the season when I'm thugging
Heart cold, long nose, stumping through the jungle
Automatic that I'm packing, wearing jackets in the summer
Body being healed, having trouble with my left foot
Learned how to fight different, caught him with the left hook
Really pushing D, with the clip, cooking Ki's
Many probably agree, on TV was the best look
Anticipated launch or a lift-off
Metaphor, going opposite of dick-soft
Mind on the ticket, out the mud, seen Nicki album cover
Would make the dick spit, but it's still soft
Get out my cell when I shit, get lost
I'll punch a nigga down when I'm pissed off
Wanna wrestle, had to put him in a hip-toss
Lot of rap niggas backwards, Kriss Kross
Guess I never had swag
Pants tight on your ass, matter fact while you at it, put on lip gloss
Mind rambling, I guess it kinda slipped off
When Drake and Rihanna's song Take Care
Playing tears running down my face I ain't playing
Miss laying with my bitch having real-talks
Laying in her lap with her fingers in my scalp
Get to rubbing on my back 'til I drift off
Affection ain't cheap, coming with cost
Paying all the bills when the rent call
F*cking with a NFL player when his check long
Running back as if a running-back
Hard to stomach that you let him f*ck for nothing
When you find out that the check gone
Found a ex-NBA player knowing that's wrong
Unloyal, it's law you get stepped on
Who your baby daddy? Picked me but you guessed wrong
Your mother mad 'cause she couldn't pawn me
Got it from the concrete
To stand up in your chest under everybody
What you witnessing me getting richer, failed to mention that I'm winning
Same nigga that you slept on

F*ck a meeting we about to have a sit down
Not a part of this, pussy nigga can't sit 'round
Bread Winner business, model bitches getting dicked down
Get the phone back when they finish, get 'em kicked out
All in favor of a favor for a favor
Any other matter we gon' bring it to the table
Organization gotta have communication
Full participation, Bread Winner's in the making
F*ck a meeting we about to have a sit down
Got the bread invested then we split it with the clique now
Bought a share together, people feel like we the shit now
Passing through your section, I ain't showing no affection to a nigga or a bitch
Take a whiff, know you're sick now
Syrup, drinking out the bottle how I sip now
Ride around the bottom with the tint down
I'm a shooter, got a pistol with the dick out
True story, what I rap about I lived out
That's why I got a pistol with the dick out

[Intro: Rico Love]
Sweetheart, let me make you understand something
These bitch always gonna have a problem with you
For one you bad as a motherf*cker
For two, your nigga have money

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
Keke and Te-te got Dre-dre and Ri-ri
My theme song on repeat, Mesha she a rider
Throwing dick inside her
No Baby Phat no BeBe
Isabel Marant, Emilio Pucci, Christian Louis Vuitton
Sara operated careless
Mouth on me she do it raw
Tonya get on top of me, probably while blowing strong
Excuse me, I meant to say A+
F*ck up her hair and makeup
And her feet she go to sleep
And when I leave she don't wake up

[Hook: Rico Love & (Kevin Gates)]
When I walk in with that bag
She know it's gon' be raining
Spending all that paper, it's a damn shame ain't it?
My little mama bad
Outfit look likes it's painted
When I threw that money up them hoes fainted
(Them bitches mad, but my ho ain't complaining
Them bitches mad, but my ho ain't complaining
Them bitches mad, but my ho ain't complaining, I buy her what she want in New York, an understanding
Them bitches mad, but my ho ain't complaining, my ho ain't complaining)

[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
Cocaine Aston Martin, I just bought that (I been scared to drive it)
I be over an Audi probably ask me how the f*ck you buy it
Pull into the club with a bag full of bands (Scurr) and a Maserati
Pants sagging, got it raining, her body painted
All the bitches turn they nose up, no my ho she's not complaining
Spend a night with me vacation taken never make it famous
Head back to my trap, pull up in that Mercedes
Say she feel it in her stomach, grip her waist, she making faces

[Hook: Rico Love & Kevin Gates]

[Verse 3: Kevin Gates]
Ice melting, champagne bottles, white sand around me, pay to watch her
Bad bitches in two-pieces your dame out here wanna mingle
I stay grinding, I can't stop it need eight collars my strap on me no seat-belt
Make it spray, M-I-A, yeah he felt it
Big nuts with a lot of heart and a foreign car with a foreign cord
No rest and relaxation all my key partners say all in order
Back to jail with this pistol then that might make me a foreign star

[Hook: Rico Love & Kevin Gates]

[Hook:]
Been a gangsta you can check my fingers, I don't talk on phones
Black coffee, sippin', chillin', thinkin
I don't talk on phones
Bad bitches blow my line up daily
I don't talk on phones
Just got a text, hit back check on my baby
I don't talk on phones
Data towers giving up location
I don't talk on phones
Transaction next day make the papers
I don't talk on phones
Wiretaps lead to open cases
I don't talk on phones
Kept it solid, see through poker faces
I don't talk on phones

[Verse 1:]
Dirty dollars, just jumped out the booth, then went bought a Cou
Wanted millions, with respect like Menace all throughout the booth
Really thugging, ball shake back from nothing, I could work the streets
To the ground, out of town with killers, won't sleep when its beef
Hit yo phone, pull up by myself, and I play for keeps
Talkin' reckless, you could keep yo necklace, see me better eat
It's on the Bible, I'm the last survivor, dirty slip on cleats
Business discreet, spilling my guts to no bitch, that make me unique

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Hitta on the table jumping (Hello?) cell (knock knock)
Hol' up I'm coming
Check the camera, oh that's Chuck? Let em in and take his money
What you got? He spending twenty?
Take this fifty, get back with me
1.0 weigh on the digit
Grams I'm lettin' em go for fifty
This that drop no soda whippin', I'm the sickest in the city
Stripper shakin' ass and titties
Money I throw counterfeited
Yeah I told you I was ignant, bitch I meant it really really
I got dope behind my ear
Under my New York Yankee fitted

[Hook]

I ain't tryna know your business
I ain't tryna fall in love with you
See maybe he could love you different
But I'm just tryna f*ck with you
And girl I'm tryna hit that pussy one time
One time, one time would be cool
Wassup with it, wassup with it?
Wassup with it, wassup with you?

FaceTiming you from New York, phone sexing while we apart
Since the death of your lover you started f*ckin' with busters
Had to take off the gloves, tryna feel it under the covers
Stickin' dick in your ribs and you squealin', tell me you love it
Affection showin' in public I love the kissin' you own it
Saying that Kevin's too aggressive, maybe one day he may mellow out
Pressure when we sexin', with friends you makin' confessions
But I'm married to my hustle, ain't no way that we can settle down
Grip that ass bae, I don't get tired

I ain't tryna know your business
I ain't tryna fall in love with you
See maybe he could love you different
But I'm just tryna f*ck with you
And girl I'm tryna hit that pussy one time
One time one time would be cool
Wassup with it, wassup with it?
Wassup with it, wassup with you?

I be runnin' through the streets like I'm speed racin'
Fresh outta prison took some trips, but never been to Vegas
You found it funny when I stated I was on vacation
Back seat of a Tahoe but this time no shackles on my ankles
Now we go hard and we awesome, after work hit the line
I dip through pick you up when you off then go grab a bite but won't spoil you
Yeah I go dumb I'm retarded, gangstas salute when I'm walkin'
Take you home, break your back, when you leave, after that I won't call you (I don't get tired)

I ain't tryna know your business
I ain't tryna fall in love with you
See maybe he could love you different
But I'm just tryna f*ck with you
And girl I'm tryna hit that pussy one time
One time one time would be cool
Wassup with it, wassup with it?
Wassup with it, wassup with you?

Hard to keep up with my lingo when I'm in the matrix
Exclusive word uses gets confusing but wait I'll explain it
Commitment-shy from past relationships, I guess I'm tainted
You could love or love me not, I ain't ever changing
I ain't ever changing
Can't be something that I'm not, I ain't ever changing (I don't get tired)
I ain't ever changing (you 'posed to judge by what's on the inside)
I ain't ever changing

I ain't tryna know your business
I ain't tryna fall in love with you
See maybe he could love you different
But I'm just tryna f*ck with you
And girl I'm tryna hit that pussy one time
One time one time would be cool
Wassup with it, wassup with it?
Wassup with it, wassup with you?

[Verse 1:]
F*ck the rap game, I won't get it like G
Put me on the block, go to thuggin' like E
Think I'm goin' back but free my nigga [?]
Me and gunner, 9th innin', just beat a life sentence
Anyone of you lil' boys on the yard, throw the coffee in your face
While your wife stick a knife in your kidney
Bitch I'm goin' crazy, goin' all gangsta
9 milli's slangin', [?]
MAC 11 rangin', jumpin' out, walkin' up on blocks
40-50 shots, I'm a clean a nigga's clock
Everybody gettin' whopped when we hop out
Pussy better not cry now
Nigga where we from it's the code that we live or we die by
Grrrrrat, nigga, bye bye
No police up in the business when you get a shot and miss it
50 niggas from New Orleans come and turn around the city

[Hook:]
What's happenin'? Don't panic, don't panic
We 'bout to... get 'em dead, don't panic, don't panic
Wasn't thinkin' 'bout a jewel and nigga showed off
Couldn't use your brain, now you gotta get 'em blowed off
Dog, get a call, everything for the scram
Don't panic, don't panic
F*ck bein' friendly, nigga say what's on your mind
I'm bein' quiet, I got murder on mine
I got murder on mine, I got murder on mine
Killin' what I love, I got murder on mine
F*ck bein' friendly, nigga say what's on your mind
I'm bein' quiet, I got murder on mine
I got murder on mine, I got murder on mine
Killin' what I love, I got murder on mine

[Verse 2:]
Team strong as a bitch, layin' law down
Everything feel the business, lay 'em all down
Auto manslaughter but you never thought it out
Curse, kill 'em all, let the lord sort 'em out
F&N point short, let the spark haul 'em out
This what war 'bout, nigga, f*ck that
Meek men is gonna [?], we already died twice
God in my heart when I gave back life
I was coolin', I was tryna live a laid back life
Now my kids gotta see me in the pen or the grave
Real street nigga, no pen to the page
I will beef with you anywhere, any place
Ugly ass btich better fall back
Keep my name out your mouth or get your hard hat
Raps are the enforcer, I meant to say the landlord
Better yet, let me let them rubber bands talk

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
I don't mind doin' time, I'm a doin' time vet
Hustle in the jailhouse, bread, wanna bet?
BWA, this is not BMF
Everything around me convicted already
Pull my clique together, built it from the inside
Penitentiary rules in effect
You lil' boys go to jail but you don't know how to fight?
Ain't no guns back here, don't know how to make a knife
Stand tall on my own, I don't gang bang
I done seen it go bad on the chain gang
Seen niggas gang raped by their own gang members
Cliquin' up with other gangs and they kill their own nigga
Seen a nigga on a visit huggin' on his wife
Get back to the cell, he another nigga's wife
Everyone that say salamu alaikum ain't your brother
Come to my respect, I'm a die overnight

[Hook]

[Hook: K Camp]
I'ma break that bitch down
Met her out in town
Got her on tequila
Made her turn her ass 'round
I'ma break that bitch down
Down, down, down, down, down, down
I'ma break that bitch down
Down, down, down, down, down, down
I'ma break that bitch down

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
Pull up in the car
Then let up the arms, suicide doors
I'm married to the game, never gettin' a divorce
Get in, baby this a coupe, ain't no room to fit your friend in
Red bottom, whatever, your Christian, who is 'Boutin?
Kinda new to boutiques and I don't do the salons
Swag kinda simple, I'm cute in Louis Vuitton
I'm headed to the 'telly, I wanna see you perform
No hood on the car, workin' on your vocals
Threesome after drinkin', grab a condom, we in motion
Break your bitch down, leave her sleepin' on the sofa
In the kitchen, broke a brick down, she ain't even know it

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
Out of town for the weekend, accompanied by three friends
I'm supplyin' all y'all drinks then
Vacationin' from work, end up takin' time off
Had to break up with her guy and feel like all men are dogs
Tequila kickin' as we talk and we talk
If she ain't feelin' it, she would've been walkin' off
I'm about to 'scape away, she don't leave
All I did was ask Sabatha, she won't eat
Hotel room vacant, alone, she don't sleep
Clothes off, on the sheets, provided we underneath
Hollerin' in between, I don't get tired
But wonderin' why you sleep

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kevin Gates]
Opposite of normal
I'ma get her number, be a week before I call her
I can see the future and I'm just bein' honest
What I gotta do? I ain't tryna meet your mama
I'ma get her loose, then I slang her this iguana
Actin' like she don't but I know she really wanna
Break the bitch down if she ask of my karma
Won't pick up the phone, make her turn into a stalker
Put her out the car, don't perform and you're walkin'
You was actin' bad, buy the part, don't be heartless
You are not a star to a king and regardless
You don't have a car and a section 8 apartment

[Hook]

[Intro:]
Sometimes yeah sometime I'm in my feelings

[Verse 1]
Don't no one understand me supply and demand all this shit get demanding
Why the f*ck is you standing
Over there seeking a handout I'm not finna hand it, godamnit
Tattoos on my neck that read Kayla and Brandon
My nephew was born premature
I prayed from em', everyday for em'
He'll smile at me make a face for em'
My auntie say thanks which I couldn't believe and I act as if that don't exist
Too much respect for to call you a bitch
All praise go to heaven your God don't exist
Love everything and everybody
Black sheeps scum of the earth
With popular people I don't fit
They was stupid they focus on bullshit
Now the whips they be driving is bullshit
Yo pastor lie to you right from the pulpit
Go hard or starve
No wait on God
Give him your money? That's bullshit
Full clips and a firearm
Put it in a ho name so I buy it for em
Pockets was slim as a diet form
Good dope sell itself wanna try it for em?
Smoke out hotel rooms and set off the fire alarm
BWA start a riot for em
I don't get tired, what you tired of?
Call what's her name say she tied up
My mind going negative f*ck your perspective
These interviews really got pussy
Others may gossip just like a woman

[Hook:]
Don't worry I'm just in my feelings
It's not a bad thing bae
It's nice to have someone that understands me bae
Cause we're the real thing bae
I really love the fact that you can feel me bae
In my feelings
Sometime yeah sometime I'm my feelings
Sometime yeah sometime I'm my feelings
Sometime yeah sometimes I'm my feelings

[Verse 2:]
Here we go again more problems
Back against the wall feeling boxed in
Obnoxious, I been labeled
Lending helping hands when I'm able
Seem like everybody ungrateful
When they every bought food to my table?
Unappreciative it don't phase me
See envy all in they faces
You ain't help or right a rapper through a day in jail
I ain't see yo name on no paper
Hard on hoes I been scarred
But Trell left a hole in my heart
Blood sweat and tears went into this
How you think you deserve part?
Child support court or get fought
All the best lawyers get bought
Let that other nigga take care of that
You be on his dick like his shit raw
Lied to you in his friend car
Sold you a dream and you got caught
These hoes want rap niggas or a athlete that play ball
Sip coffee peep it don't talk
Handle shit horribly we fall off
I was just tryna be a real friend to you now I'm wishing that we get lost
We was only fifteen at ya momma house
Clicked over hold up miss call
Phone ringing damn it's my dawg
Thinking like how the f*ck he know y'all?
In the same breath start hiking saying to myself really that's foul

[Hook]

Broke another ten for the Bread Winner Brick Gang
Popping up pregnant, sIlly bitch tryna trick Gates
Start selling pussy, maybe that'll get your rent paid
Come to think about it, don't you live with your mama?
I don't give a shit when I ride 'round the bottom
Cocaine vet, pedal shifting on Highland
Boosie had a black Monte Carlo and a 'Burban
I was in a grey Monte Carlo and a Tahoe
He was doing shows, bad hoes up in Talo's
I was speaking Spanish with the plug havin' convos
Bleek Lair ran lips, hit the line every morning cause they know I keep the lean by the carload
In the top, hit the boulevard solo
Big Right know I got soft for the low-low
In a drought, me and Nook, only ones had dope
Nigga blew my leg off for a nine-piece
Tried to grab the gun, couldn't get it, middle of the night
Had to fight for my life when you try me
Connecting this year, we'll mark my nigga
I love my nigga, I owe you one nigga
Brookstown Richard, that's my little brother
Everytime I think about him, gotta tell him that I love him
Praying to the Lord that Car came from under that charge
Free my nigga Head when I bow my head

Late night, when alone, can't sleep
I got too many problems
The weight of the world on my shoulders
Pray that heaven do something about it
The chick that I'm lovin'
Wondering who is she f*ckin'
The friends I got 'round me
Wonder which one of them sour
Pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup
Pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup, bitch I'm pourin' the
Pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup
Bitch I'm pourin' the syrup
Bitch I'm pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup
Bitch I'm pourin' the syrup

I was naive, thinking that I couldn't get hurt
Thought she was faithful, f*ck her but my dick burnt
Everybody laughed when I kissed her
I can't even lie, to this day still I miss her
We was on Scottsdale Inn by Jay's
Used to go to sleep in the pussy on an air mat
André Harris talked bad behind my back
Even though it hurted, I ain't tripping, never mind that
Me and Darrell Harris in a stolen car thugging
You get out of line, he goin' put you in a puddle
Me and Brittney Harris in the side room cuddlin'
Eat the pussy while she on the rag, like "Yummy"
My daddy nephew, kinda make him my cousin
We was having lunch at Chimes when you told me that you love me
I ain't never back down from a fight in my life
Big Yock slapped you, you went and got your cousin
Nigga shot and missed, and I came back jumping
I was 13 when I put one under
Ask my mama, go ask my brother
Go on South 12th, and go ask Big London (shoutout)
Jamison and Gary and Will know the truth
I was selling crack with the cameras on the roof
You was never that, at the plant working turnarounds (turnarounds?)
Little Steve hittin' your bitch from the back, matter fact
That's a fact, when I seen it, had to turn around
E-Dub, Dope Boy, Lil E, Big Mook
Me and Foots in my truck with the burners out
When you was on 3rd St., and ain't wanna squeeze
Pillow talking with your bitch, tryna play me like I'm weak
Now I'm coming at your girl, top nigga, no problem
You will never find out another thing about it
Come to think about it, got a coffee shop in Denver, Colorado
I'mma catch her when she visiting her mama
Ri-Ri, fine, you're old man hate me?
Can't rap like Gates, f*cking up lately?
Me, you, and Dreka oughta take a vacation
We can have a threesome after waking up in Vegas
Give you 50k, fail to mention what it came with
Eat, pray, making love, see the world baby
Breadwinners swim where I'm f*cking with a gangsta
You can model for my line, I can make you famous
Running from my tongue when I lick all in your anus
Intelligent the way I talk, vagina I contained it
Ever been ate, two mouths at the same time?
Ever had lips on your booty and your pussy
Got your body feeling mushy
When your water go to gushing
Brazillian wax, I don't like playing in the bushes
Pull your hair, smack it, bend back, get a whoopin'

Late night, when alone, can't sleep
I got too many problems
The weight of the world on my shoulders
Pray that heaven do something about it
The chick that I'm lovin'
Wondering who is she f*ckin'
The friends I got 'round me
Wonder which one of them sour
Pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup
Pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup, bitch I'm pourin' the
Pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup
Bitch I'm pourin' the syrup
Bitch I'm pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup
Bitch I'm pourin' the syrup

[Hook:]
Would I be wrong? I wanna f*ck you with one of my niggas
If afterwards I promise that I wouldn't look at you different
Broke down some buds of grigy emptied my garden twisted
Settle down, it's 'bout to get explicit
Passed you the light, you lit it, inhale, you cough, I get it
Love the way you look at me, especially when you're tipsy
This is bound to be a wild ride
Wild ride, wild ride
Pussy drippin', yeah we callin' off, nigga
Hit you from behind, ass up and face down
And I live everything I'm sayin', babe this ain't no make believe

[Verse 1:]
Fresh, we started
Existence on a higher plane, mentally we orbits
Stimulated my prognosis is that we proceed with caution
Dick woah, stroke her slow, feelings caught us, now we're caught in
Bread winner's my religion, these dealings are detrimental
God blessed me with a pivotive intimate, then I'm off it
Sippin' coffee, havin' money, ain't into flossin'
'Telligent conversation, conversin', sorry you lost me
I'm awesome, broke down bricks, cocaine powder, sniff
Gently placin' kisses against her clit, dick got her whipped
She'll pleasure, yeah we f*ck her together, pussy to shit
Participate or stallin', won't even call 'em, I let 'em sit
Purchase bae some purses, respect a slut, we takin' trips
Sometimes I like to watch my ho f*ck, video makin' flicks
In the whip jackin' me off, know how to make it spit
Hand in my drawers, fondle my balls, she got the softest grip

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Let's plan a visit overseas
Spontaneous the way I do my shit, you wouldn't believe
Rip out in the kitchen then I f*ck her on her knees
Make her eat my dick in front of her friend before I leave
Bae you got these niggas jealous, steady wishin' they was me
I turned up for a check and got some money off the streets
Backseat of the Jag cut up for everyone to see
Hit the club next to me in my section in VIP
Eat the pussy from the back and I don't give a f*ck who lookin'
Might not notice but I'm strapped, [?]
Under the light she dance for me, body movin' slow
Break bread, fingernails pedicured, the polish glow
My bitch look like a tiger, [?], she exotic
Swallow from the bottle, point at what I want, she holler
Tongue between her asscheeks, steam all in the shower
Down for whatever, whatever, Bonnie and Clyde her

[Hook]

[Intro: Kevin Gates]
Mane I'm dead serious mane
I got to
Aye
I go
Aye I can't die pussy I got to die a gangster

[Hook: Kevin Gates & (Rich Homie Quan)]
My daily conversation, it consist of hustle
Grinding from the bottom sick and tired of struggle
Shining don't want pop it off it's on the muscle
Police is harassing don't want see us come up
(Cause word around town they gone check the move
Word around town I flick my neck with juice
Word around town me and yo ex is cool
And if you broke
Then you know damn well I can't stand next to you)
Word around town

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
Shot the studio I brought the pressure through the bottle
Brought my dog Truck up he ain't do nothing about it
Section that they love to rep I'm clutching all around it
I could keep a secret and your bitch know all about it
Bread Winner 100it, taking road trips out to Houston
You was f*cking off with the pill game
I'm on Carolina distributing
Late nights just me and Eazy we was tackling a few zombies
Pray to God he free all my niggas and I hate to see 'em in bondage
My daddy taught me how to get it back
Nigga trappin' in the dope game
How you a legend to a street nigga, you ain't never sell cocaine
Brian Hughes on [?] buying everything that I bring
Then you went to jail for an illegal pistol
That you know you wasn't goin' to slang

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
California, Red, White, and Blue
But I'm not a fan of no Clippers
Clip to the ground, Gunna back in town
Nigga whip down he might clip you
F*ckin' with a bitch out in Baltimore
I got a shooter all out in Maryland
Went to jail all in Chicago
I'mma die about it, get at me
In Cook County you can ask about me
Imma gangsta nigga what's happenin'?
I was trying get another lil' shoulder play
Back when kush stuck me into parish
Stayed online no jacking off I'm a real nigga no rap
Young nigga but I'm old school be with OG's no laggin'
Shoulder rows bust them older cats
In the game of life I mastered
Either learn fast or ya die young being foolish end in disaster
Why focus hard on another nigga
When you could provide for your family
And anything that don't add to you
Most likely only subtract it

[Hook]

Baby don't mind, I'm headed to the bottom
[?], just watch 'em
Make a left on East Buchanan, pull up in a backyard on Caroline
Me and Lil Ra Ra, we juugin' the city, at night I lick on her vagina
Shakira ain't want me to f*ck with Sharita, backdoor Vicky with Dewana
Trappin' a package, I wrap it, get at me
When Dominique pull up, I serve, he leave happy
Shout out to Spanky, we floodin' the drought
We on College at IHoP and Cherish can't stand me
My pants is saggin' with 'bout 30 bands
Masquerade in New Orleans when I spotted Jasmine
Cedar pull up in Atlanta with Bizzy
That's bird winner business, that's Boobie in Menace
They land and say "Stand up" and eat niggas chests
RIP Reezy, uptown in my section
Fear of Allah and all praise be to God
Be my only protection whenever I'm steppin'
Callin' out to the creator
That earnings'll come from a bundle whatever
In the cell I can see all the pain in his eyes
And I wish I had somethin' to tell him

And I'm married to my hustle, makin' love
And ain't nothin' in this world could break us up
And I'm married to my hustle, makin' love
And ain't nothin' in this world could break us up
Think about respectin', everything I said, I meant it
Racin' my [?] on the Maserati engine
Pull up on the block, my bad, I'm sorry y'all hatin'
Shittin' ordinary life, f*ck all of y'all lately
Gazin' out the sunroof, wonder why she not performin'
This bitch don't wanna eat my dick, I told his ho don't bother
Pull over, kick her out the car, won't even tell her sorry
It's a long walk back to B.R.O. while in Georgia

Awesome, we almost home
And them niggas you f*ckin' with don't do no sparkin'
Don't do no talkin', I will not ever see death
Listen carefully, nigga, I'm flawless
Illuminated by the highpower
Enlightened but walk in the darkness
Cast not your pearls to the swine, young nigga
Rememberin' what I had taught you
I am the way and the truth and the light
And I've been up 40 days on a flight
Overcooked dope with a grams complexion
And first as the powder, was white
My oldest son lil' toddler
Every time he 'round me he smilin'
And he know his dad'll turn this bitch to Afghanistan
No problem

And I'm married to my hustle, makin' love
And ain't nothin' in this world could break us up
And I'm married to my hustle, makin' love
And ain't nothin' in this world could break us up
Think about respectin', everything I said, I meant it
Racin' my [?] on the Maserati engine
Pull up on the block, my bad, I'm sorry y'all hatin'
Shittin' ordinary life, f*ck all of y'all lately
Gazin' out the sunroof, wonder why she not performin'
This bitch don't wanna eat my dick, I told his ho don't bother
Pull over, kick her out the car, won't even tell her sorry
It's a long walk back to B.R.O. while in Georgia