Kevin Gates

[fox69]

"Chico"

"Chico"


[Hook x2:]
If mi carnales have a calling card
My Zoro voodoo, we can go to war
My Jamaican bring the reefer in
Grabbing five, I can throw you ten

KD said that he don’t want to sell to nobody
Probably cause he don’t want to tell on nobody
You and them niggas ain’t scaring nobody
Just left Mississippi, they bout the grab it, you know how I’m acting
Say there go shawty, we jump in the Maxima and she do the driving
I like to ride passenger
Highway therapeutic
I type in my phone while I listen to music
Now we in Houston
Fucking with broads and miniature Thompsons
Did somebody shoot me?
Breadwinner came, pull up in Bell Austin
Promoters want posters that all of you know what I told em
You know it’s gone cost you, straight up

[Hook x2]

It’s gone jive when they come recompress
Break down, rebuild, repack, resend
I’m just saying, what you mean what it is?
Cameras on all TVs in the crib
Yeen really this, I ain’t that, what the fuck?
Serve your chain up, get the thing in the club
[?] off, call off, phone keep blowing up
Street nigga Bread Winner sign, we throwing up
Pounds in the kitchen on the floor in the bag
Butcher knife, cutting through the blocks on the slab
Newspaper on, get to shake [?]
Country boy need 50 so I got to get him fast
Four hundred 48 grams on the scale
Money counter going dumb, I ain’t tripping on the smell
Say they really need it I can put it in the air
Front door step if I put it in the mail

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Click House"
(feat. Og Boobie Black)

"Click House"
(feat. Og Boobie Black)



[Intro - Kevin Gates & OG Boobie Black:]
My click house go stupid
My click house go stupid
My click house go stupid
My click hou-

[?] with my nigga Kevin Gates
[?] I remember that boy Gates had that... took a trap on Carolina
Bitch going stupid, cameras all around
Bitch like, looking like Crenshaw

[Chorus - Kevin Gates:]
My click house go stupid [x3]
My click house go stupid (Trappin' out the bag)
Click house goin' stupid (Trappin' out the bag) [x4]

[Verse 1 - OG Boobie Black:]
Why these motherfuckers always in the front yard
Shootin' dice on the porch, them lil' niggas got them [?]
Sale after sale, the cellphones keep clickin'
The pots on the stove, the cocaine about finished
Killers stone game, I got killer stone wrists
OG Boobie Black can make a half a whole brick
Racks after racks rubber bandin' up the money
I show a lot of love to keep the dope fiends comin'

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Kevin Gates:]
Woah
All the cars in the yard, loud loud music
Them lil' boys they go hard, them lil' boys stupid
Now they call me Bruce Wayne
Shout out Ivy Liu Kang
I'm like Malcolm, I don't do chains
Dress casual, I can do thangs
Pinky rang, grippin' grain, bitch I'm Don Key
My favorite favorite mixtape - OG [?]

Breadwinner team 'til the day that I die
Carolina man spankin', cocaine I supply
I'm like Clyde
I just glide
In the kitchen let it dry
Head up murder, I just seen a homicide
On that mad man shit like bitch I'm finna die
All he got is twenty-five
Fuck it - come with twenty-nine

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Kevin Gates:]
I just got a bid from Bibby
I let Mills re-compress it
I don't do no water whippin' 'less somebody want some extra
Been on springs me and [?]
My chick got the text from Birdman on the line
Order twenty, 'bout to catch him
Fuck the rap I'm trynna trap out'chere
But I ain't see him cheat
Got it parked in front the mansion
Damn, been like this for weeks
Shit I got so many bricks out'chere
I ain't seen a key
Compartment on the auto start it
I ain't see him leave

[Chorus]

[Kevin Gates:]
Dumb

 

[fox69]

"Complaining"
(feat. Rico Love)

"Complaining"
(feat. Rico Love)



[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 motherfucker
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+
Fuck 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 fuck 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]

 

[fox69]

"Counting On Ya"

"Counting On Ya"


[Intro:]
I mean, whattup?
I mean

[Hook:]
A lot is countin' on ya
Your women sidin' with ya partners, why they plottin' on ya?
We might never understand, no one's there to hold your hand
Even heaven would agree sometimes, how this road gets
Losin' focus
Can't depend on them, why do they depend on me?
They was all I had, I mean what made 'em go pretend on me?
Spirit of the sermon, discernin' moments I see shit
Can't look me in the eyes then it's somethin' you don't agree with

[Verse 1:]
Perhaps I'm too quick off the draw from how I deal with altercations
From where gangsters only talk cocaine, it ain't no other language
Awkward interviews discussin' my inner views on life itself
Figure me pretentious, evading mischief by writing hymns
Labels shown interest, no showers are showin' interest
Both old ladies show resentment, resented my show of interest
Moved out from my momma detached garage and a small apartment
Shut the door or shut the fuck up, we fussin', we always arguin'
It sucks we always arguin', but she started it
Moms believe, I grew up on the farm with no understandin'
Kevin's stupid, tell him anything, he won't understand it
Stupid ass Kevin, anything, he won't understand it

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Stolen cars, open charges, matchin' blunts blowin' each other charges
Summer '08 me and Menance in a Daytona charger
Club exquisite, nigga know the business, pull off in the front
Ain't no VIP, got nook in front, pockets got the mumps
Money come in clumps, what I clutch might knock out your lung
Keep that on the tuck, it go kkk if you uh
Got two people livin' in me, one the realest one a killer
Luca Brasi, he a sinner, Kevin trynna be a Christian
Seems life is less fulfilling when livin' is unattended
Performin' rituals to whatever God that'll listen
Had a lot of prayers answered, ain't had to sit in no buildin'
Run your flap, get your bap for a package, I'm in the buildin'

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Cut Her Off (Freestyle)"

"Cut Her Off (Freestyle)"


Starin' at me like the damsel in distress
Acapulco diamonds and they dancin' on my neck
Flawless no enclosure we don't fuck with VVS
Fall off in the club in this cardiac arrest
Her cardiac arrest
Maliyah dancin' to my song
I'm a plug who make music I'm like Tego Calderon
Still I'm bout that gangsta' shit so please don't rub me wrong
I need to see you naked with no clothes when I get home
Slighty narcissistic bae so please don't read me wrong
Dickmatized her, dick amazing, now she blowing up my phone (won't leave me alone)
Bitch I'ma killer
Up in her cervix she screaming its murder, her face in the pillow
Pulling her hair, while I nibble her ear, and I’m fucking her slow and we all in the mirror
Hold up, Oh well
Left a ho at the hotel
Bungee jumping, my line chirping, bout' to go and catch me a sale
(Bae don't leave) You trippin', you can stay here or come with me
Whipped up at the gas station bought a box of Goodies and a digit
Need sixty dollars on pump four cause the gas tank like empty
Won't play the game like 2 Chainz, ain’t riding around but I'm gettin' it
Pull up at the trap, I'ma text ya phone like "I'm over here come get it"
Buggati fucking with Brittany
Told her "I'm sorry" she say she forgive me
Entangled in my conversation as if I'm a Judas she look at me different
Would we get in trouble for fucking each other cause I use to fuck with your sister
I heard that your pussy get wet as river and possibly need some assistance
Oooooooohhh it ain't nothin' to fuck yo' bitch dog
Yo' bitch dog
It ain't nothin' to fuck yo' bitch dog x2
Nigga, fuck you and yo' big dog

Retawdid' reading my aura, I'm too intelligent that why you bothered
Know it’s a name; don't know what to call it
My name is Kevin but she call me Awesome
South by Southwest was performing in Austin
Ignored the BS and I ain't bout no talkin'
Can’t see you niggas, my clips in the car
Don't make me spray this bitch like Mad Marvin
(Bitch what you ain’t hear me?) Bitch don’t make me spray this bitch like Mad Marvin
Hold up, I said I don't get tired!
Blessing in disguise, this for those no longer here while we out here on our grind
May God be with your families while you rest up in the skies
Shout out Roy riding nigga’ diping through that nine
I'm loving on Lil NaNa I met her at a Second Line
Bread Winners Associates still I'm out my mind
Dreka booty bigger than a bitch I grip her from behind
Can we have a threesome I know that she don't mind
Know it's warmer than a sauna; stroke her for a long time
Bae' told the bitch "get here"
Then she got off in the bitch ear
Got to feelin’ on her, never been molested came out her clothes then we rip
We a power couple don't trip
We a power couple that trick
Bread Winners Escort service we'll buy bitch a new whip
Broke hoes car break down can't afford to get the bitch fixed
Fake bags in a air mattress can't afford to get the shit fixed
Plug, I'm in the socket
Thought I was sleep when you went in my picket
Bitch I caught ya' (Oh my God!)
Don't make me spray this bitch like Mad Marvin!

 

[fox69]

"Dangerous"

"Dangerous"


Mute it I don't wanna hear myself
I don't wanna hear myself

[Verse 1:]
Intricate lifestyles of the rich and famous
Considerably, I got this tendency for gripping bangers
Well dressed gentleman, but still a gangsta
I could make u moan spank ya and lick ya ankles
I'm saying tho
It be interesting when we kick it
This feeling no intermission
I'm feeling ya intuition
With hopes that I end up breaking u off
Take a load off
Take ya clothes off
Impatiently communicating daily but we don't talk
Gates make that pussy get wetter then rain weather
Body so soft I'm calling it Wayne leather
Passing through the hood with memories of the block
Left hand holding the wheel our fingers are interlocked
Tinted windows but the rocks still glistin on the watch

[Hook:]
My phone rings, who is this?
I don't know but I know you in my business
On the front of my boxers traces of ya lipstick
Shawty can we kick it tonight tonight
Say we never fall in love and never bring it up oh
Being lonely never really been a thing to us
Then you find another human like, never find a human like
Relationship strange to us
Guess it's safe to say we living dangerous, dangerous
Living danger ra oh oh, danger ra oh oh
Dangerous, dangerous
Living danger ra oh oh, oh oh

[Verse 2:]
Complications in a lot of the stories you tell people
Street sweeper with a preaches commitment a bell ringer
Seen it all took a lost through the flossing it get exhausting
Death before dishonor you talk and you see the coffin
Grew up without a father rough. Ain't nobody caution us
All in front my niece I got a bunch of fiends walking up
I'm a provider my actions go unacknowledged
Habits my satisfaction no longer promoting violence
I'm in the driver seat, Satan to the right of me
Pistol in the same city ain't nobody liking me
Agree to disagree in the differences in opinions
Hard living God willing my business is never finished
My life hard, niggas know I fight the same way
I don't like em, I alright it they pipe em the same day
Same gentleman was sticking his dick in ya dame face
All red on ya forehead right where ya brain lay
Artist painting depictions with a mill up on my mind
Excercise selling pies doing sit ups on my grind
Yo bitch up on my mind. It's interesting to hear
Nibbling on her ear while I ripped her from the rear
Paid rent in 2 apartments so constiuents can live
Iron for the bullets, harrassing on the avenue
All under my underarms fondeling my valuebles
Automatic thompson, charming with a attitude
Death threats and apologies, only to get back at u
Local law enforcement itching to take a crack at u
Sent you up the river when they figure ain't no cracking u
Fuck about a pregnancy, fuck about ya life
What I hold blow ya shoulders off pump it out ya wife
Niggas send me letters can't forget to mail em back
What we don't have in common I done been to hell and back
The game a dead end don't forget to tell em that

[Hook:]
My phone rings, who is this?
I don't know but I know u in my business
Call in inconsiderate, label me a misfit
You guilty til you innocent tonight, tonight
Say we never fall in love and never bring it up up
Being lonely never really been a thing to us
Then you find another human like, never find a human like
Relationship strange to us
Guess it's safe to say we living dangerous, dangerous
Living danger ra oh oh, danger ra oh oh
Dangerous, dangerous
Living danger ra oh oh, oh oh

 

[fox69]

"Die Bout It"

"Die Bout It"


Til' the paddywagon pull up and cuff us
My pants saggin', I'm double cup
Southside, hustle inside, hustle outside, I don't give a fuck
I might beam ya up, you won't get it up
You wanna shoot dice, we could do somethin'
In the club with like 30 bands, going hard til' like 2 somethin'
Go live on em, hit vibes on em
Niggas lie bout it, I'm fly on em
My lil' niggas, on my corner, they rap too, they trap too
Pull up broad day, you know the raw way
With the rod play, bap-ap you
Lil' Mocha said and Dearcy, Beeto and Brian just called me
Uptown Beezy, lil' Jeremy nook in my brother sprite no talkin'
Bring yappas out, pass by your house, December feelin' like August
Pullin' up on murder street, my uncles clutchin' revolvers
Hear anything about Hollis Green, you play with that, I'm gon' off ya
20 years in, rap hustlin', got in the game I'm hawkin'
Audemars, I'm ballin', bitch you love, I'm doggin'
Last old lady, took my feelings like Soulja Slim, no fallin'
She thinking she special, paid her, told her get to stepping, retawdid'!

I ain't got shit to do but cook like I was from Virginia
These niggas lyin' in they rhymes, you could stop pretending
My pants saggin' in this bitch, don't give a fuck who feel me
And if you disrespect me nigga, you gon' have to kill me
Bitch, I'mma die bout it
Nigga, I'mma die bout it
I'm from where niggas get it on
We don't cry bout it
You say a nigga disrespect you, nigga ride bout it
I know some pussy niggas scared, probably hide bout it

Faggot throwing water at the event at my show
Catch him on the rebound I wanna see if could catch what I throw
Look 20, bands, 30, bands, 40, bands, 50, bands
Get 'em captured, get 'em splattered
All in traffic, bout that action
Yea it's, up there, up there, up there
Did a, shut up, give a, fuck there
We'll come up there
Niggas from where I come up at
Taught to up that
Shoot to kill, don't discuss that
Done that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that
Breath easy, this street sweeper go "Hree-hree!"
And delete people
Taking pictures all in front my car, is like dick-puller, I mean meat-beater
I met your mom, you had a good life
I fuck with your dawg, I don't fuck with you
As soon as that nigga went to jail you start doin' shit that a busta do
You don't know how to keep it street, reason why?
You not a street nigga
My uncle, mama, grandmother, thuggin'
Grew up in the street, real street nigga
Not a local rapper in your own city, boy you look disgusting
You lil' ugly, black, dirty, dusty, dingy
Pockets empty, mouth look like a place a toothbrush never entered
Young Get 'Em!

I ain't got shit to do but cook like I was from Virginia
These niggas lyin' in they rhymes, you could stop pretending
My pants saggin' in this bitch, don't give a fuck who feel me
And if you disrespect me nigga, you gon' have to kill me
Bitch, I'mma die bout it
Nigga, I'mma die bout it
I'm from where niggas get it on
We don't cry bout it
You say a nigga disrespect you, nigga ride bout it
I know some pussy niggas scared, probably hide bout it

Me and Stroke by myself, you know we in a black coupe thang, you heard me?
Me and Stroke down there thuggin' by ourself
You know we just, yeah all in that bitch, retawdid
You know, nigga ain't tell us nothin', you heard me?
You know every time I see that lil' bitch, he dont't move by himself
He got a whole lil' entourage and shit you heard me?
That's a sign of weakness
You know a real 'vic will sit back, and look a nigga just like weakness
I ain't takin' no diss shots at no nigga man, I'm just statin' them facts you heard me
Nigga ain't kept it street, I spoke about it, nigga caught feelings like a bitch would do, you heard me?
So, I just know that when you do a bitch, you just yeah
Look, go do what you want to, you's a renegade ho
The worst thing you can give any nigga or bitch is rejection
You know hoes love attention
You ain't got to have a pussy to be a ho
A ho is somebody that just want attention from another man
They got a lot of hoes with dicks, outchea
Right now, you know me keep that thang all the way street
You know I be listening at these niggas talk
Mane you ain't gangsta, you ain't gutta, you ain't grimy, you ain't shinin', you ain't grindin'
Look I'mma leave that there what it is
Look, B.W.A
Kevin Gates For President
All the way retawdid'!

 

[fox69]

"Don't Know"

"Don't Know"


[Hook]
I know a lot, but there's some things I don't know
Don't know no bitch that I can't hit, don't know no chick that say no
Don't know no chips that I can't get, don't know no whip I can't own
Shit, I know a lot, but there's some things I don't know
Don't know no ugly bitches
Don't know no broke niggas
Don't know no snitch niggas
Don't know no bitch niggas
There's some things I don't know

[Verse 1]
Don't know nobody leaning harder, Phantom bought while out in Florida
Condo out in Georgia, my little daughter died in this water
Don't know nobody who ain't retarded
Know there's a name, don't know what to call it
Actavis flowing like a faucet, 40's my precaution
Don't know who can't afford to take a trip when they get bored
Keep they chick in Michael Kors, wake up in designer stores
Infiniti trucks be pulling up, Louis luggage on the floor
Ain't being searched by TSA, private jets we finna board

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
This new whip I bought is awesome
Don't know how the fuck I bought it
High speed chase, patrol behind me
Don't know how the fuck I lost them
I say skiiirt, vroom, head on collision
Don't know how I'm talking
Crash with her deep under paraplegic well barely can see and don't know how I'm walking
Don't know a parrot
Polly be talking your shawty be gawking
She stalling, she falling
Don't know why she's talking or why she be calling
Protecting your momma's house, Macaulay Culkin
Rappers that don't know I'm right on their heels
Don't know how to party, but I'm going in
While they had a party I'm stacking my ins
Exit in a rental, come back in a Benz
I got it

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Don't Know What To Call It"

"Don't Know What To Call It"


[Chorus x2:]
I know there's a name
Gotta be a name for this shit
I just don't know what
Don't know what to call it

I hurt so much in the last month
Live everyday like it's your last one
Can't trust nobody
I've been betrayed by everybody around
Cracking jokes I don't laugh much
For help I never could ask much
If I'm down an out I get passed up
No one there to be found

This life is like a rodeo
Up and down emotional roller coaster
Problem solver, ain't hard to cope with
But it's hard to follow rules, I'm the culprit
Easy to talk but its hard to listen
But the goal I'm chasing ain't hard to picture
Hurt to see every car I wanted
But behind the wheel I ain't the person in it
The chick I wanted, wanted someone popular
And I ain't that popular (whats that?)
But now I'm so high, you gon' need binoculars
Now there ain't nothing I [?]
Bunk bed living had to sleep on top one another
There's nothing you could do for me
Made it from the bottom to the top
Can't stop my grind, really out my mind - True Story!

Lemme keep this shit 100
I don't know your name
You don't know my name
And that's the way I want it
I'mma do my thing
Ain't gotta explain

[Chorus x2]

I'm so pressured out to win
Enough to make anyone consider the normal clique
Flashing out having arguments
I'm no longer in bounds
What meets the surface ain't all you get
Introverts can't be too talkative
Now as my heart place all of it
Usually I wear frowns
Ain't no sense in my straight pretending
In a room full of people, I pays attention
Steak for dinner, that we provided
Made money in the slum that the street provided
Behind my door
Clutch heat beside it
Out of line, I was taught let it eat somebody
Put the sleeper silence
Retreat from by me
If it ain't no property shouldn't leave ?
Certain things about it won't change
The world ain't able to see bout that
My pants they sagging below my waist
Pockets filled with Franks
Say I'm wylin out ways
Love the game, never back out
Cold but is fair, and its fair but it's cold
Sold not told, nigga trap out

Lemme keep this shit 100
I don't know your name
You don't know my name
And thats the way I want it
I'mma do my thing
Ain't gotta explain

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"Don't Panic"

"Don't Panic"


[Verse 1:]
Fuck 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
Fuck 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
Fuck 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, fuck 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]