Kevin Gates – Breakfast Lyrics

Kevin Gates Lyrics

Breakfast
^{this is a track by Kevin Gates}

[Intro]
(Ain’t that DJ Chose over there?)
(Mm, look like DJ Chose)
Mm-hmm, girl you taste good, you my food, girl
(Charlie)
I’ve been feelin’ you for a while, oh, ayy
Ah-ah

[Chorus]
Early breakfast for you, I got somethin’ special for you (Somethin’ special)
I’ma beat that pussy ’til you snorin’ (I’ma beat that pussy ’til you snore)
Turn ’round, bend you over, I ain’t leavin’ no leftovers (No leftovers)
Droppin’ dick off in the mornin’ (Dick off in the mornin’)
Mm-mhm, girl, you taste good, you my food, girl (Yeah)
Laid back, I’ma snack on you ’til your toes curl (‘Til your toes curl)
Early breakfast for you, I got somethin’ special for you
I’m droppin’ dick off in the mornin’ (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
No longer the fender, the ship in the cylinder
To handlin’ business, we meet in the middle
I-I’m a real general, don’t get offended
Ain’t too many livin’ the way that I’m livin’
Breathtakingly beautiful, bae, and I want you
You know I want you
Love, uh-uh, ooh, oh-oh, ooh, oh-oh (Gates), I want you, girl
They see me, I’m discipline, I keep my composure
Step in the castle, come a lil’ closer
Your nipples erected, your body so sexy
I rub on your feet while we chill on the sofa
Nip on your fingers, nip on your shoulder
Mwah, hit your navel and go a lil’ lower
Bend it back over, hands behind your back, you hold me closer (Don’t let go)
I just mixed the Maca with Ashwagandha
She puttin’ her lil’ body, she rockin’ her bamba
High vibration gettin’ raised in the sunshine
Vibratin’ high, ain’t no way I could come down (Ah-ah)

[Verse 2]
T-two-hundred-fifty brick come ‘cross the border
With my constituents, we havin’ business trips
Back in the mix again, reachin’ my quota
Shout out to border fam’, we been controllin’
Bread winner, Major League Mafia, swingin’
And we up to bat, my big brother came back and we back havin’ motion
Gorilla fort, we been overseas, metric ton load on the submarine, come out the ocean
I’m who he wanna be, know he can’t fuck with me
Know his ho lovin’ me, but I ain’t goin’
He tryna emulate Gates with the braids
And went tatted his face, and I don’t even know him
My young niggas trap out the trenches in Michigan
Called all the blammers and go to performin’
Finally receivin’ my flowers, New Orleans, a sold-out arena when Brasi performin’
I’m in a hard ball lane and only sell whole things
They say, “All fools stay the same and only wise men change”
I’m tryna put my family back together, gotta put down old ways
And I been confused ’cause I been abused by this cold, cold game (Ah-ah)

[Outro]
Droppin’ dick off in the mornin’ time (Ooh, I)
I found love (Mornin’ time, ooh, I)
Droppin’ dick off in the mornin’ time (Ooh, I)
I found love
(Found love)

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^{_{Songwriter (s): Kevin Gates, DJ Chose, Charley Cooks & Drew Fulk}}

^{Kevin Jerome Gilyard, better known by his stage name Kevin Gates, is an American rapper, singer, and entrepreneur. He is currently signed to Bread Winners’ Association with a partnership with Atlantic Records}

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DDG – Love Myself Lyrics

DDG Lyrics

Love Myself
^{this track by DDG features Kevin Gates}

[Kevin Gates:]
Luca Brasi
(DMac on the fuckin’ track)
It’s just Kevin, you hear me?
(Tuned up)

Dealin’ with past traumas, patternistic in nature
Healin’ to break the cycle
Been a big commitment psycho
I’m willin’ to make you my love (My love)
You’ve been indecisive lately, I’m willin’ to make your mind up
Know we all been through things in the past
That make it difficult to even trust
Hate for you to think that I don’t want you around
I be in the streets, I’m in control right now
Hit me when you free and you get flown out of town
Luca Brasi throw that plaga in your soul, pipe down
I never judged you for your past, I just want my turn with you
You know that I’m turnt with you
I’m a big old Muslim, I can have multiple wives
And concubines, monogamy, monotony
Ain’t gon’ work with you, way that I’m livin’, it work different

[DDG:]
My love come with a career attached, I can’t love everybody
It don’t cost you a thing to give me a call and tell me you care about me
I put my ex on and she left me, and now she for everybody
I can’t let nobody finesse me, I gotta watch everybody

Yeah, okay, can’t love you ’til I love myself (Yeah)
Don’t hug me, I’ll hug myself
Rolled up blunt, but the smoke don’t help, uh
Yeah, okay, high go down and I miss you again
High go down and I roll up again
Typed up text, I ain’t never gon’ send (I ain’t never gon’ send this shit)
Yeah, okay, too much pride, can’t help myself
I can’t hit it raw, ’cause when I get drunk
I won’t pull out, girl, I know myself, uh (I know myself)
Yeah, okay, high go down and I miss you again
High go down and I roll up again
Typed up text, I ain’t never gon’ send

Couple shots in (Drank, drank)
Reminscin’ on the times, I wish we could do it again
I fucked around and had you blocked, but I’m on the burner again
Lookin’ on your page twice, I even be checkin’ your friends
Started questionin’ myself, like, this shit ain’t never gon’ end
I’m never gon’ bend
Bust the racks up out the wrapper again (Racks)
I just had to put a wrap on the Benz
They can never catch me lackin’ again (No)
When I think of you, I think of revenge
That’s the reason I be fuckin’ your friends
I don’t think that I could love you again (Uh-uh)
You be fuckin’ ’round with too many men

Okay
Can’t love you ’til I love myself
Don’t hug me, I’ll hug myself
Rolled up blunt, but the smoke don’t help, uh
Yeah, okay, high go down and I miss you again
High go down and I roll up again
Typed up text, I ain’t never gon’ send (I ain’t never gon’ send this shit)
Yeah, okay, too much pride, can’t help myself
I can’t hit it raw, ’cause when I get drunk
I won’t pull out, girl, I know myself, uh (I know myself)
Yeah, okay, high go down and I miss you again
High go down and I roll up again
Typed up text, I ain’t never gon’ send

I’m in the back of the ‘bach and I’m countin’ up fetti
I’ll shoot you a text when I’m ready (Yeah)
Still on the road, I’m goin’ from show to a show
I’m movin’ from telly to telly (Cash)
I met a girl in Brooklyn, I think I’m a marry her
I got her straight out the deli
All of my industry friends is turnin’ out fake
I fuck around, turn into Melly (Fuck ’em)
No new friends, no (Uh-uh), you are not my homie
AP, two-toned, bust down (Guys), I ain’t got no Rollie’
Fuck the streets, hate the streets, no police (Fuck ’em), they took my brodie
Catfish on the ‘Gram too elite, these hoes on Adobe (Fake)
Photoshop, mix the Henny’ with the Soda Pop
I sit back and observe niggas, I don’t talk much, but I know a lot (Shh)
Told my bitch to curve niggas, she said she do, but I know she not (Bitch)
This rap shit for the birds, nigga, I’ma get a hit and then I’m goin’ pop

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^{Songwriter (s): DDG | Kevin Gates}

Darryl Dwayne Granberry Jr., known professionally as PontiacMadeDDG or simply DDG, is an American rapper, singer, and YouTuber. He started making videos in 2014, after graduating high-school in 2015 DDG expanded his content with YouTube vlogs while attending Central Michigan University

project: It’s Not Me It’s You (2022)
DDG

9 Lives
^{this track features Polo G & NLE Choppa}
Elon Musk
^{this track features Gunna}
Stay In My Circle
Relationship Issues
If I Want You
Not The Only One
Loyal Slut
^{this track features Kevin Gates}
Love Myself
^{this track features Kevin Gates}
Storyteller
Remember Me
The Clinic
^{this track features Babyface Ray}
Big Knots

DDG – Loyal Slut Lyrics

DDG Lyrics

Loyal Slut
^{this track by DDG features Kevin Gates}

[Kevin Gates:]
Sexual energy is healing
If you not slutted, we not thugging, so
Why would I-
You gon’ marry this ten
But you still gon’ be with this two and this three
‘Cause she extra slutted
Or this four and this five, you know?
‘Cause she’s extra slutted, so
Why not just be with you somethin’ that’s beautiful and slutted
I just-, I just-, give me the slut that’s loyal

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^{Songwriter (s): DDG & Kevin Gates}

Darryl Dwayne Granberry Jr., known professionally as PontiacMadeDDG or simply DDG, is an American rapper, singer, and YouTuber. He started making videos in 2014, after graduating high-school in 2015 DDG expanded his content with YouTube vlogs while attending Central Michigan University

Kevin Gates – Thinking With My Dick Lyrics

“Thinking With My Dick”
^{this track by Kevin Gates features Juicy J}

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Got money, retarded
Don’t want her if it don’t clap when she walking
Ain’t too pretty in the face, but she super thick
I’m just thinking with my dick
My shit dumb
I’m just thinking with my dick
My shit dumb
I’m just thinking with my dick

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
Skip the line, on my mind
VIP going mad
Bands a make her dance
With a bag full of Xans
Got my Vans in advance
Acting bad on them tabs
Pants cost a grand
Put that ass in my hands
Duffel bag full of cash
She a model? I’ma get her
Seen ’em now
She stop, popped, and squat by the zipper
Thinking out loud
My dick probably tryna kill her
Help her somebody
The bitch wiped on the liquor
Going live
Long hair, shawty ride like Geronimo
Say I got the gas
We ain’t talkin’ ’bout Conoco
Knock the whole clique down
I’m talking like dominoes
One hit wonder
When we finish, adiós

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Me and this bitch ain’t gon’ make it to the suite
I’ma put her on her knees right here in VIP
I’m a dog-ass nigga, I’m not fucking with no fleas
If I saw that bitch again, I probably won’t even speak
And why you taking care of that bitch?
Wait ’til you find out that we sharing that bitch
Head trippy with your girl and her girlfriend
Bet you never even knew she was a lesbian
Man, that girl swallow nut like an elephant
Stupid nigga, probably thought your bitch was celibate
Like a dentist with a drill, I be digging in they mouth
First they swallow all my children then I kick them bitches out

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^{Songwriter (s): TK Kravitz, Arthur McArthur, Juicy J & Kevin Gates}

Since 2013 release of Kevin Gates’ Stranger Than Fiction, a 17-track album. “Thinking With My Dick” has been amusingly trending on TikTok.

project: Khaza (2022)
^{KEVIN GATES}

Big Lyfe
Bad For Me
Thinking With My Dick

Kevin Gates – Bad For Me Lyrics

“Bad For Me”
^{this is a track by Kevin Gates}

[Intro]
I ain’t got no ego
P-Crisco got that heat, boy
I don’t mind salutin’ a nigga
Bad for me, yeah
Ain’t that DJ Chose over there?
Bad feelin’, that she bad for me, yeah

[Chorus]
Bad bitch, yeah, she talkin’ to me
I got a bad feelin’ that she bad for me (She bad)
Nigga try, he gon’ die at the scene
I got a bad feelin’ that she bad for me, yeah (She bad)
Bad bitch, yeah, she talkin’ to me
I got a bad feelin’ that she bad for me (Oh, she bad)
Nigga try, he gon’ die at the scene
I got a bad feelin’ that she bad for me, yeah

[Verse 1]
My plug daughter, guess we fell in love when we first met
Told me they gon’ kill me if I ever make her upset
Love being choked on her throat, havin’ rough sex
Suck her toes, kiss her body, she ain’t had enough yet
Hair long she exotic, we ain’t breakin’ up
If I ever disappoint her, I know how to make it up (Make it up)
Graduated from the block, kitchen hard sales
Dangerously in love, and I’m plugged with the Cartel
No one loves you like I will (I will)

[Pre-Chorus]
Feel like Yung Bleu ’cause you mine still (You mine)
Baby, tell me what the fuck they know ’bout our love
Our love is a fire inside, and it’s burnin’ forever (Oh-oh)

[Verse 2]
Down south swag
Shoppin’ Rodeo, designer tag coppin’ (Shoppin’ designer)
Pop out, get out of line, put you on your back pockets (Real life)
I admit it, I done took some sons from they mothers
Lord, forgive me, they was gassed up by they brothers
Metric ton loads, still dealin’ with her mother
Private jet status
On the road, erotic sex habits
She say, “Yes, daddy”
Touch her soul, lookin’ back at me
She told me me, “I’m forever yours, you the best at it”

[Pre-Chorus]
No one loves you like I will, Feel like Yung Bleu ’cause you mine still (You mine)
Baby, tell me what the fuck they know ’bout our love
Our love is a fire inside, and, it’s burnin’ forever (Oh-oh)

[Outro]
She bad for me
Bad for me
Our love is a fire inside and it’s burnin’ forever
Oh, bad feelin’ that she bad for me

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^{Songwriter (s): Chrishan, P Crisco, DJ Chose & Kevin Gates}

project: Khaza (2022)
^{KEVIN GATES}

Big Lyfe
Bad For Me
Thinking With My Dick

Kevin Gates – Big Lyfe Lyrics

“Big Lyfe”
^{this is a track by Kevin Gates}

[Intro]
I got the spirit, I’m in the booth and it surround me right now
Callin’ the spirit of the jaguar, chase all bad energy right now
Meditated, jumped in a fast car, hear the engine tremblin’ right now
Only positivity in this space, we keepin’ it sacred right now
Aissa, Abu Madyan, Rasulullah
Hamdulillah
Ayy, you gon’ deliver this message, even if you gotta curse, you gon’ deliver this message
Khaza

[Chorus]
Are you in search of the big life? (Search of the big life)
Mesmerized by the big lights in the sky
Took a turn down thе wrong road (Turn down the wrong road)
It’s funny that you don’t sleep right, home alone
Could you bе seekin’ acceptance? (Seekin’ acceptance)
In desperate need of protection from the night
Could you be feelin’ neglected? (Could you be feelin’ neglected?)
Indulgin’ in a few guilty pleasures, yeah (What’s that? I don’t know)
Ooh-woah (You better know it’s me)
Ooh-woah, oh, oh (‘Cause I’m out here)

[Verse 1]
I took a pain pill
Got veins of steel, a Navy SEAL (Woo)
I’m in the game for real (Ooh)
Ain’t where I wanna be, but it’s payin’ the bills (It’s payin’ the bills)
Still, I got you under my control, I only come around when I want to
I know the feeling, winter weather cold, when the person that you want doesn’t want you
If I was you, then I would block my page, I be flexin’ hard, me and bae
None of this was spite or out of hatred, I be doin’ this to motivate you
I don’t go and see the voodoo lady, know that I’m protected by the angels
Like Muhammad Ali, I’m the greatest
I’ma make you love me, I’m a gangster
Genuine with you, here go my feelings, take ’em and walk
I’m so sick of these niggas, they get in your business and break you apart
By stealing your energy, playin’ they part
Then go to stickin’ your name on the cross
God be with me, I’ll take you to war
I’m one of them, I’m not afraid of the dark

[Verse 2]
I got the spirit, I’m in the booth and it surround me right now
Callin’ the spirit of the jaguar, chase all bad energy right now
Meditated, jumped in a fast car, hear the engine tremblin’ right now
Only positivity in this space, we keepin’ it sacred right now
All I know is when the godmother ’round, she call me a star child
Come lay your head, I’ll heal your pain, I know you been scarred, child
Don’t mean no thing what people say ’cause you still God’s child
No matter what, you beautiful on the inside, it’s no lie
Callin’ the spirit of protection, I got steppers ’round me right now
I done grew into my power, I ain’t gotta be careful, not now
See, I done grew into my power, I’m speaking with the spirit on the mountains (Speaking with the spirit on the mountains)
I’m speaking with the spirit on the mountains

[Chorus]
Are you in search of the big life? (Search of the big life)
Mesmerized by the big lights in the sky
Took a turn down the wrong road (Turn down the wrong road)
It’s funny that you don’t sleep right, home alone
Could you be seekin’ acceptance? (Seekin’ acceptance)
In desperate need of protection from the night
Could you be feelin’ neglected? (Could you be feelin’ neglected?)
Indulgin’ in a few guilty pleasures, yeah

[Outro]
I got the spirit, I’m in the booth and it surround me right now (Callin’ the spirit right now)
Callin’ the spirit of the jaguar, chase all bad energy right now (Come closer, with the spirit right now, come closer)
See, I done grew into my power, I’m speaking with the spirit on the mountains (Come closer)
I’m speaking with the spirit on the mountains

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Big Lyfe is the first track from Kevin Gates’ album “Khaza” – In the chorus, Kevin Gates asked a question about wanting a Big Life

project: Khaza (2022)
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Big Lyfe
Bad For Me
Thinking With My Dick

Kevin Gates – Big Lyfe Lyrics

“Big Lyfe (Big Life)”
^{this is a track by Kevin Gates}

[Chorus]
Are you in search of the big life? (Huh)
Mesmerized by the big lights in the sky
Took a turn down the wrong road (Turn down the wrong road)
It’s funny that you don’t sleep right, home alone
Could you be seekin’ acceptance?
In desperate need of protection from the night
Could you be feelin’ neglected?
Indulgin’ in a few guilty pleasures, yeah
[Verse 2]
I got the spirit, I’m in the booth and it surround me right now
Callin’ the spirit of the jaguar, chase all bad energy right now
Meditated, jumped in a fast car, hear the engine tremblin’ right now
Only positivity in this space, we keepin’ it sacred right now
All I know is when the godmother ’round, she call me a star child
Come lay your head, I’ll heal your pain, I know you been scarred, child
Don’t mean no thing what people say ’cause you still God’s child
No matter what, you beautiful on the inside, it’s no lie
Callin’ the spirit of protection, I got steppers ’round me right now
I done grew into my power, I ain’t gotta be careful, not now
See, I done grew into my power, I’m speaking with the spirit on the mountains (Speaking with the spirit on the mountains)
I’m speaking with the spirit on the mountains

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Kevin Gates – President Lyrics

Kevin Gates Lyrics

“President”

[Intro]
I got to go back and be messy
(President), President, Ooh, ooh
(Luca Brasi), Luca Brasi

[Hook]
50 bricks of sniff ain’t broke my wrist I sprung my shit
Cocaine residue we rockin when I’m done with it
Shooter right
Cover something stupid in the trunk of it
Just got of the phone with lucci he say gates you run his shit
Lotta sirens passing by the shop but we still hustling
Searching us for nothing book me fuck it no discussing it
Now we right back at it jumping bond and hit that mall again
Told my brother sneaky it’s back up so we gon ball again

[Verse 1]
Pack the water, If it bubble then we got a problem kid
To much soda, Jumping over, Hold on when the water still
East Atlanta, Moving H town, right on boat of grass
There go nut, you ain’t had the gas, yeah I fuck with that
Constant status bitch I’m level 5, Just catch me in traffic
Breadwinner, Nico Big 4L, We pull up get active, We get active
In a two da’package, Breaking down them baggies
If your swag is something like my swag I used to be your daddy
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m a Legend in my section they call me the president
I’m a Legend in my section they call me the president
Cocaine selling ain’t no need for recompressing it
Suerte Puerto Rico, Mi hermano he a Mexican

[Hook]
50 bricks of sniff ain’t broke my wrist I sprung my shit
Cocaine residue we rockin when I’m done with it
Shooter right
Cover something stupid in the trunk of it
Just got of the phone with lucci he say gates you run his shit
Lotta sirens passing by the shop but we still hustling
Searching us for nothing book me fuck it no discussing it
Now we right back at it, Jumping bond and hit that mall again
Told my brother sneaky it’s back up so we gon ball again

[Verse 2]
Uptown in the ‘ject’s I get my whip clean on the daily
I’m thumbing through the check but I’m not Master P a baby
Take a Thirty-Six and bust em to Sixteen-Two and a Qu’aties
We beefing with the other side but we still on location
They sent the people at me Ross and work got confiscated
They raided two apartments sixty racks and dirty bangles
I ain’t trip on that my hoe was silent she got papers
I bought her a new Lexus and new crib she relocated

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m a Legend in my section they call me the president
I’m a Legend in my section they call me the president
Cocaine selling ain’t no need for recompressing it
Suerte Puerto Rico, Mi hermano he a Mexican

[Outro]
I’m a Legend in my section they call me the president
I’m a Legend in my section they call me the president
Cocaine selling ain’t no need for recompressing it
Suerte Puerto Rico, Mi hermano he a Mexican

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^{Writer(s): Kevin Jerome Gilyard}

Kevin Jerome Gilyard, better known by his stage name Kevin Gates, is an American rapper, singer, and entrepreneur. He is currently signed to Bread Winners' Association with a partnership with Atlantic Records

[Lyrics] » Kevin Gates – Talking To My Scale (Freestyle) | NobleLyrics

“Talking To My Scale (Freestyle)”

Kevin Gates

[Intro]
One Hundred, I Talk to my scale
I wanna talk to a plug I can call myself
Finished the Khaza album got cold feet I got a question I go in again
All white flannel black amiri jeans can’t hold out on none of my men

[Verse 1]
I want my team here right now
You think I don’t miss em’? You think I don’t wish I was with em’? You think I don’t wish they was out’chere runnin’ up millions? But they somewhere sitting in prison
Don’t really do jewellery, Gold Rollie’s Presedential
This watch sentimental, Talk to my scale
This clock got credentials, Zip lock in a digi
Caught us a sale
This spot still in business, This box go to Memphis
Benz drive to Virginia, Baltimore quarter shipment
DC redistribute, Big lathe know this my only way from home
Right back to Virginia, Twenty books of the deally’
Take a nine of the phenty’
Two-fifty every chicken
Take out the wrap, Dissasemble
Hit it with a half in a blender
Shift it in the jack, Got it settin’
Recompress it back, Vacuum seal it
Working out the back, In the fitness
Only stating facts, How I’m livin’
Talk behind my back, I ain’t trippin’
I could get you whacked I’m a hittah’
Shorty made it back in the rental
Make a trip, Prayed for this, Paid her rent, Gave her dick, Gangsta shit, Bae’ you the realest
Paper getting stacked to the ceiling
Made her ass fat in the clinic
Hit her in the trap, Smack her ass, Grab her hair, Bea’ feel it in her kidney’s
Main bitch went to trippin’
Now she wish she would’ve payed attention
Now she wish she would’ve stayed committed
All of this ice and I can’t turn the heat on
Speak on me I don’t compete with a Peon
Fly in a bundle like my neighbour Deon
Passenger seat move discreet in a Neon
Under the feature a homie would three em’
Hittah young new then we lick up the achievements
The Back of the booty club we get our eat on
Big general pendant, My diamond cut emerald, Got ice in my eagle, My Breadwinner peace us
Subliminal messages that never insulted me
New state of mind okay nobody talk to me
New bow and arrow just playin’ my archery
Get Khaza gained my grandfather talk to me
At night when I’m sleeping my grandmother talk to me
Tell her fulfill “I feel like something missing, this stitch cause some killing I can’t get it off of me”
Positive aura this street shit apart of me
Phone on do not disturb nobody callin me
I don’t take orders respect that I’m grown
Fresh out of prison and I done got strong
You can’t do that cos’ you can’t be alone
[Hook]
Speaking Spanish, I got pretty hair you know I’m a big plug
Pants saggin, tennis chains is platinum you know I’m out the mud
Speaking Spanish, I got pretty hair you know I’m a big plug
Pants saggin, tennis chains is platinum you know I’m out the mud
On an island, like who wanna be a millionaire?
With Kingpin, speak Spanish and got pretty hair
On an island, like who wanna be a millionaire?
With Kingpin speak Spanish and got pretty hair

[Outro]
Man, you know I accept it how it come ya heard me
Sometimes that bitch be like 35 and 2473
Sometimes they be like 35 with some change, you know?
The dip in the middle really be 8 grams ya heard me
I’m in the slow lane, I’m in the middle lane and the fast lane ya heard me
You say you wanna better now work the blender in the summer ya heard me
And ima cook it in front’cha you know you wanna go the other way you know
Ah, you know
You know pull up with your shooter and come holla at me ya heard me let him run it you know ay
After that you know th-there you go
I’m on 25 em’…yeah for them
You know, ay
You know, ay
Ay, you know?
(Cried voice)
Leave all that in there…leave all that in there

^{Writer(s): Kevin Jerome Gilyard}

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Kevin Jerome Gilyard, better known by his stage name Kevin Gates, is an American rapper, singer, and entrepreneur. He is currently signed to Bread Winners' Association with a partnership with Atlantic Records.