Kevin Gates

[fox69]

"In My Feelings"

"In My Feelings"


[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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck he know y'all?
In the same breath start hiking saying to myself really that's foul

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Intro"

"Intro"


[DJ Holiday:]
Reportin' live from the top of the mixtape food chain
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, I still see you little niggas down there
Prayin' and hopin' this shit and you better kiss my crown, nigga
I raised you little niggas, Kevin Gates, DJ Holiday, my summer

Out my top, motherfuck that shit, street nigga, not a gangbanger
In the hood, niggas bang daily
Caught 'caine-slangin' was a game changer
Thank God nobody shot stanky, Carolina Street, me and Spanky
Pit bulls in the yard, Luca murder streak goin' hard
Boulevard male on a call, I'm about to buy the boulevard
Mayonnaise jars full of boilin' water
Watch it melt down to the hard
Lip quick, say he whooped a charge
I got mocha, give me it wit' the fall
Nigga touch juice, they got to fall
But this sicker, I want to see 'em ball
Twenty-fives bouncin' off the wall
Straight-up player, amazin', I'm a dog
Fronted Madd Marvin, that's a nine, Cedric Tesco on the line
Told Birdman, 'I don't get tired', he say, 'It's too much at one time'
Young and thuggin', really came from nothin'
I just want to see my niggas shine

Believe that, you know, me and Bryan Johnson
We in the room talkin', I was still in the street
'Round the time I first had Colin jump the deal
You heard me? He said that me don't get a nigga all that
I'm like, 'Shit, my little nigga come form nothin'
I want to see him shine (Turn up)

Face card worth a million, Breadwinners in the buildin'
All a rapper got to do is play wit' me and it's 'bout to be a killin'
Fuck wit' niggas on the murder team
Homicide division, murder scene
Industry been fucked up wit' me, rap game I been murderin'
Fuck-nigga, you a hater, behold fillet with the table
Just told Luci I'm a gangsta, step game somethin' major
Jumpin' on the phone, he out Abbeville, nigga, [?] and I'm slangin'
Oscar Givins, you a real nigga, Breadwinner Gang, no changin'
Hit Jonesboro wit' Jamalo Lee, hold up, let me give a illustration
Oscar get it in, work release, say the wrong thing, he'll stank you
Demonstration, Billy Gateses, extra big dog, why he fakin'?
You a real nigga, nigga died, you won't even look me in the eyes
Nigga, pussy all in your eyes, yeah, I said it, what, you surprised?
My momma know I done killed niggas
Nigga been ready for the died

 

[fox69]

"Jam"
(feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Trey Songz & Jamie Foxx)

"Jam"
(feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Trey Songz & Jamie Foxx)



It was cool, and he'd get back on the phone and say, "Bernadette I got somethin' I want you to hear." And what you do, players, is you get the phone and you hold it up to the speakers and you let Luther do your talkin' for you. And Luther break it down like...

[Trey Songz (Jamie Foxx):]
Ridin' around in my whip, listenin' to my shit
She want to hear track six, she told me that's her (jam)
Baby girl said I got the title, got a nigga feelin' like Michael
Jackson, Jordan, don't matter to me they both (jam)
I'm all in her head, she's all in my bed
I'm locked and loaded, ready to go like a gun that don't (jam)
I'm all in-between, that's all that she needs
Her body rockin', nobody stoppin', this song is probably your (jam)

[Kevin Gates (Jamie Foxx):]
Listen all you like
Tattoos showin' out the shower in the mirror, go to clickin' on the lights
And this ain't what you like (jam)
I can lay you on your back then I hit you with the pound game
Pin you down so you can't run, in and out game
Hit you from the back, probably get you with the mouth game
Ain't nobody business, this is our thing (jam)
Spit all in between both cheeks, now I spread 'em
Bet the neighbors know my name when you keep sayin' "Kevin"
Hands behind, I'mma stand behind you
Pullin' on your hair, lot of ass behind you (jam)
Got me sayin', "Ooh keep goin' with your moves."
Candles by the bed, God damn, this a movie
Stuffin' you with dick while my finger in your booty
Hit you with the Ruger, the bitch don't (jam)

[Trey Songz (Jamie Foxx):]
Ridin' around in my whip, listenin' to my shit
She want to hear track six, she told me that's her (jam)
Baby girl said I got the title, got a nigga feelin' like Michael
Jackson, Jordan, don't matter to me they both (jam)
I'm all in her head, she's all in my bed
I'm locked and loaded, ready to go like a gun that don't (jam)
I'm all in-between, that's all that she needs
Her body rockin', nobody stoppin', this song is probably your (jam)

[Kevin Gates (Jamie Foxx):]
Bad, but I won't push it
Never break fly but she won't quit lookin'
Look at her dress, look at her thighs
No draws underneath, with the slits in the side
Squintin' my eyes, locked in with the notion
If she squint back, hm, bet I'm approachin'
Playin' my song, slow dancin' to Strokin'
Track number seven, told me it was her (jam)
Do you kiss with your friend? Oh you roll with your friends?
Start the car and I get in, we rollin'
Let the leaf hit the green, we smokin'
Slow motion coupe just floatin'
Kissin' on her finger with my hand on her breast
Tongue doin' circles round the ring of her nipple
Would you mind on repeat but she might be trippin'
Really, not really, sayin' it was her (jam)

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Hit her up late night, come through
She texts back, "OMW." (where you at?)
I'mma show her what this pipe game do
I'mma hit it 'til the sky turn blue (where you at?)
And I'mma jam on it, jam on it
Jam on it, jam on it
I'mma jam on it, jam on it, jam on it
I'mma jam on it, jam on it, jam on it

[Trey Songz (Jamie Foxx):]
Ridin' around in my whip, listenin' to my shit
She want to hear track six, she told me that's her (jam)
Baby girl said I got the title, got a nigga feelin' like Michael
Jackson, Jordan, don't matter to me they both (jam)
I'm all in her head, she's all in my bed
I'm locked and loaded, ready to go like a gun that don't (jam)
I'm all in-between, that's all that she needs
Her body rockin', nobody stoppin', this song is probably your (jam)

 

[fox69]

"John Gotti"

"John Gotti"


[Intro:]
Sometimes I tell the bitch I'm with, "Shut up and pass the weed" [x3]
Free my niggas!
I been smoking griggity, wish I was with em
Free my niggas!

[Verse 1:]
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
Fuck that nigga bitch, I got her saying 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
Doing bad 'fore they switched on me
When you're out of power it's over
Everybody love you when you feed the streets
When you leave the streets, they don't know you
Brook used to love me till another nigga with a bigger check approached her
Up in DCI, when I was calling home she was at the nigga house smoking
I was trying to go to church as a family, but her and him be going
Audi S7 was a surprise, I had went and bought that for her
Texting, saying someone that I love let her use his whip as a loaner
Praise be to God, everything done in the dark really come back on you
Cocaine flipper, got the same niggas I came with, and we rolling
In the studio with my nigga Hood, but them niggas round him, they pussy
Gangster shit, get to going platinum, they'll sit around and be looking
I'm so depressed I'll kill myself, wish somebody go head and cook me
Fuck!

[Hook:]
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 fuck 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
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

[Verse 2:]
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
Packed up my bags and jumped back on the freeway
Say home's where the heart is, don't know where I'm going
Actavis drinking, I'm leaning and pouring
Those who don't get it say what are you on
My mother had sex with an angel
Born an immortal and ain't even know it
Driving alone while inside of my Porsche
Beat the fuck out a bitch, ain't no slamming my doors
I'm only excited by spiritual things and I swear I can't wait to move on
All my niggas I lost know I miss you can't wait to be with you
I'm on my way home
When they flip the script without warning
Talking bout shit you never did for em
God blessed you with breath in your body
Wish I would let you dig in my pockets
Lazy ass bitch, get up and start grinding
Not in the streets, you never been bout it
Finally got blessed and money started piling
Got my first mil, a nigga ain't smiling, wylin'

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Just Ride"
(feat. Curren$y)

"Just Ride"
(feat. Curren$y)



[Intro:]
One, two, three, four, five, six
Bay hold on, you push a button for that to come up, baby

[Hook - Kevin Gates:]
You know I really get it, go ask around the city
Hook up all them chickens girl don't ask me 'bout no tickets
Just ride, just ride, just ride just ride
Grindin' tryin' to get it, I be outchea every day
Just ride, just ride, just ride just ride
Grindin' tryin' to get it, I mean each and every day
If on the corner stores we chillin', pour liquor for we sippin'
This foreign car's expensive girl don't ask me 'bout the ticket
Just ride, just ride, just ride just ride
Grindin' tryin' to get it, I be outchea every day
Just ride, just ride, just ride just ride
Grindin' tryin' to get it, I mean each and every day

[Verse 1 - Kevin Gates:]
Seen shorty in at the corner store
Sixty on pump three and a white tee
Two mountain dews for these double cups
We pourin' up this Texas tea
No dark denim, these light seats
Put a towel down 'fore your jeans bleed
Hit the cellphone, look while you in there
Don't forget to grab a pack of swisher sweets
My money made, that's obsolete
I know police is watchin' me
Been a long time comin', sold drugs on the corner
You could smell aroma when the doors swing open
Base so good every dope fiend know it
Get a free car wash, could be 4 in the morning
Maybe 5 in the morning on the highway twistin'
We rollin' up sticky, she rollin' down windows
Bout the business in a different way of livin' every day
Showing interest in the difference, in the pen I don't play
Buddah club, we pullin' up
This whip could parallel park itself
Heat chain protector, motion detectors
New car alarm, the car guard itself
My partner text me HTD
Which to lame people means hard to death

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Highed up, low key, push button start, no key
Ho roll up, na on second thought break them trees up
Cause I'm not sure that you gon' roll one as cold as me
I was shown by G's, Forgiatos on my auto it's a car show on my street
It's a car show on my lawn and all them cars belong to me
I'mma a don, I'mma dog, I'm like drugs on these beats
She get high from my rhymes then she chase it with some E
Or, she be chasin' me cause I be chasin' cheese
Had the drive to buy, all the shit I seen in magazines
I was 5, pictures of Ferraris and Lamborghinis on my wall
Now if I wanna see one I just step in my garage

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Kevin Gates:]
For my niggas in the pen I go hard sometime
White and red whip like a Marlboro sign
Put my arm on the line, 'nother out of state trip
God blessed me in and out of 8 whips
4 or 5 am and my eyes stay bent
I do not do sleep, but I do blow lamps
Alloy rim with the bulletproof tints
Say they don't like me, see me ain't do shit
I could think on them, no time for it
? around me, he dyin' for it
Flood the game, new truck comin'
Move a lot of work, don't touch nothin'
Bred when the Mafia fly
Most likely to try, run the opposite side
What that mean, just bought me a graveyard
I ain't gotta pay y'all when somebody die
Pourin' out liquor for my kids, me I miss 'em
Never had a destination, ridin' 'round the city
Adrenaline'll build up while I'm listenin' to Twista
Aim on your brain, blow your feelin's on the fender
Think under your chin if I really pull the trigger
Everything you thinkin' 'bout to end up on the ceilin'
Ridin' with a bitch I DM'd off twitter
Hook up on chickens, bitch is you silly?
I am ridiculous

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Just Want Some Money"

"Just Want Some Money"


[Intro:]
Life story for life story, ya heard me
I don't never lie to y'all about nothin'
Mane shit fucked up right now man
I'm going back to Hunts
I know they was goin' do me up, I swear to God mane
Leave all that in there

[Verse 1:]
Okay three months behind on rent but my P.O. I payed em'
Just thought I'd warn you, when I'm broke I turn into a gangsta
My dawg got it, told em pop it, say he can't afford it
Lord forgive me, if he tempt me, I might have to force him
Two pair of drawers, when I'm thuggin', back to jail I'm comin'
So I can have a pair to rock, toilet wash the other
Two kids a week apart, and on the way another baby
My hoes pretend they love me
All my baby mamas hate me
I know my dawg seen me starvin' while this his pack was swolen
In the club, poppin' bottles, I just can't ignore it
Know he got it, told em pop it, now he can't afford it
Lord forgive me, if he tempt me, I might have to force him

[Hook:]
I just want some money, I just want some money, I just want some money (You know how I'm comin')
I just want some money, I just want some money
Head first behind the bread (You know how I'm comin')
Doing bad, flat broke, ain't a thang to say
Look out for your dawg, got u when I get it straight
Doing bad, flat broke, ain't a thang to say
Look out for your dawg, I got u when I get it straight

[Verse 2:]
The drug habit through the roof, mane you know what's happenin'
Every bitch that love me, bang and count it, overdraft
(What's with all the excuses, you gon' do it or don't?)
I know everybody I owe, I owe everybody I know
Then that same nigga I told, went told everybody I know (Damn)
Dr-dr-dressing for me, catching rides, then got disgusting
Passenger side in public, women, who give up they number
Talkin' ballin', then you oughtta toss it on the muzzle
Wanna break it off, might just have to break him off of nothin'
They lookin good but maybe, just ran out of patience
All around me papers, ain't nothin' straight girl
Hear me prayin'
Feel like I'm hatin' on em'
He don't wanna give it up, I might have to take it from em'

[Hook]

[Outro:]
All these old bitch ass niggas runnin' round this bitch ballin'
Yeah this song ain't for you
[?]
Yeah 2014 I'm a take control of the reins

 

[fox69]

"Keep Fucking With Me"
(feat. Plies)

"Keep Fucking With Me"
(feat. Plies)



[Hook: Kevin Gates]
Be-be-be cool, y'all must wanna see me incarcerated
Stepping on my shoes, really wanna see me incarcerated
Take shit from who, make the news, get incarcerated
Bitch nigga like you, act a fool, I get incarcerated
Keep fucking with me, show you what I'm gonna do
Keep fucking with me, what you wanna do?
Keep fucking with me, show you what I'm gon do
Bitch nigga like you act a fool, I get incarcerated

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
Fell out (ugh), Feel like I'm the life of the party (ugh)
Can't say this enough, I go dumb, retarded (ugh)
My lungs, they coughing, loaded in this bitch
Take off my shades, look at my eyes, they probably rolling in this bitch (WHO DAT)
Breadwinner Gang
Look who taking off, You got something on your mind but believe I could take it off
In the body shop with meka talking threesomes, knock it off
Ha cousin Tisha house in monticino
Dick I drop it off

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Plies]
Yea boy, from being real ya'll fuck niggas wanna get nominated
Just bought me a new AR that last one I had that bitch got confiscated
Last nigga got pistol whooped nigga foe him got home invaded
Think I'm pussy try me pussy let's see who wind up in the news paper
Yeen silly nigga
You know wat I'm gone do
Pull up on ya ass, jump out in that Martin suit
Feel I got it, feel I owe you, then guess what then take it nigga
Foned on ya ass first shot then I'm faking nigga

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Kevin Gates"

"Kevin Gates"


Workout
Tell
Workout
Tell
Gates
Gates
Gates
Gates

They say me and future sound alike
I'm soundin like future
Long as the car movin never dead stuck in neutral
Major shoutout to future
Meaning kevin gates the future
The future of this music
Headphones I wore to school
Uninterested in school mind set on distributin
Back and forth to Houston but not at the galleria
A shoutout to that third and fourth ward on the real
Prescription plug jumpin
Shorty look like cameria
Face playin poker but I ain't givin my mans up
From that south side if you from my section then stand up
Rubber band up disgusting
Won't pull our pants up
On the block 24/7 the police done ran up
Jail gotta see us some others leaving in handcuffs
Mama throwin suppers to get us free when we jammed up
Blam tucked you get beside it could get you blamed up
All I know is cocaine issue and rock with us
No money for to go to prom just ordered the skillet
Anybody unwilling to give it we just gotta stick em
My name ringin for real how none of us picture
Best dress at McKinley hair curly lookin demented
Kin jumped out the phone with savage
Gates baby you killin em
All I know is smashin anything that won't get it up
Going back to rebocks thinkin bout it for reazy
Ridin with the heat cocked prey to God I don't need it
Thinkin bout the range ro
Break you off and change clothes
Underneath the tree tops
Talkin bout I'm a give it up
Just left off the block feelin like I don't live enough
Every pussy the same but I feel like I don't get enough
Bad bitches I rip em up
Done that shit for big head
Ol fresh chain just said now they got that big head
Fuck em in the ass mac 11 with the big head
Brighten em with the oysters face now they got the big head
Chrome got get the bottem with the rocks comin up
Me I see me comin I feel attack comin up
Dem a call dem Rottweilers a fi rok dem roun
Wide body gal movin a mi tell dem tun aroun

Say roun look fuck a hook
Who got the hookup
If you know we need the hookup
If you know who got the hookup
Hit my line we need the hookup
It's 2253034829
... I think

Oh my God kevin just fell asleep an ain't waking up
Shoulder game exclusive when in a blender we break em up
Turn the ringer off
Too many features I'm cakin up
Who the hell said gates ain't shit who the hell cares
Bet your followers will be the proof
Of who the hell cares
Mentiond every 8 seconds to career on welfare
Beef to get a buzz you a sellout who the hell cares
Said it was a blessing to ever be in my presence
I taught you how to be yourself you ain learn your lesson
Fog lights glowin as we maneuver the night time
Day runner lamps on a runner we had a nice time
Just reiterate what was stated by your lifeline
Woulda said your wife but she said wait not right now
The sex ain't really good
But I'm scared I may hurt his feelings
He's a tough guy in the street
But he's sensitive be forreal
Everytime we up in here I pull her hair making her sound out
Big booty bitch I give her dick my shit a groundhog
Out of town cause I gotta friend that live in New York
At a museum shopping for art met sat in the park
Watch the sun set in the dark
I'm intelligent
Cool I can tell you like to move on the regular
Fall in love fast I make sure I handle it delicate
4g out of perelis he go as big as a elephant
If you plannin surprises and thinking what you can buy me
I'm in the watches automobile need me an Audi
If you were to go and buy it I swear I'm drivin it proudly
But fuck it back to the mission
Fat women and pistols
Fat women holdin crack in the crack of they skin
You probably think it's disgusting
I probably think it's terrific
You probably think I'm demented
She probably think it's delicious
I'm thinkin standin in the kitchen
Without no use for the fridges
You probably still thinkin why he ain't mention usin the dishes

 

[fox69]

"Khaza"

"Khaza"


Gates get the business cleared anywhere we at
Smilin' in my face, but itchin' to get me wacked
Name in his mouth bad when he kick it wit' other camps
Tellin' lies wit' the stamp and try to give me the wrap
I'm in the street wit' it, you really won't be exact
Not a good gang member, the members'll probably rat
I don't trust many proficient at livin' that
I don't love women, I hit, you could get her back
Hang up in his face, watch how quick he call back
Whip up at the Texaco, now, what you call that?
You in the paint, now I get in wit' you, I’m wit' all that
Shoulder strap wit' a suppressor, MAC-11, fall back
Speakers bumpin' Omelly 'Osama Twin Lammas'
Grew up seein' violence, pull up, what's the knowledge?
Got my GED, wish I would have made it to college
Wishin' you was free, I could picture you right on 'side me
If I love you, go to war over nothin' if it's a problem
Diamonds in the T-O-P, diamonds in the bottom
Gold mouth dog, self-made, I'm a grinder
Stack paper, hit your girl later, it's a Friday
You know I got a lot of record labels tryin' to sign me
They say if I'm a risk, it's detrimental to the profit
Beyoncé follow me on Instagram, Jigga, watch it
Younger sister, tell her, 'Not interested', she a bopper
Healthy kid, Kodak Black, smokin' that broccoli
Bread Winners administration, I'm Luca Brasi
Everybody sleepin' on me, finally got it poppin'
Wishin' I was wit' my children watchin' Mary Poppins
101 Dalmatians, smokin' grass while I'm on my island
Gettin' tattooed in my kitchen, okay 'iego wit' the heater there
Ghetto, I be strollin' 'round wit' smokers, I ain't even there
Right around the corner, got it jumpin', you could meet me there
That bad news, they was talkin' 'bout already beat me there
Comin' home to my apartment, findin' my daughter dead
Then we put his kid in the oven, so now his daughter dead
Not a robbery, this a murder, woke the whole house
I don't go to funerals, but lean be gettin' poured out
Group home in Lake Charles, turn up, turn up, wait, pause
Atlanta wit' the cartel microwave, boy
Breadwinner Gang, we is mafia material
What up with Big Tony, mafia material
Hand signal, shoutin' out the plug in the interview
My grandfather used to fuck wit' [?] I could get a few
Scratch the dealers, now we go and get 'em in the inner tube
Breakin' down, distribute, my fingers steady itchin'
Y'all shootin' videos where they 'posed want to kill me
I got 'em under the hood, the soft grade Civic
Balenciaga-rockin', but now it's all Forces
Call me what you want, lately pullin' up in Porsches
I'm the real plug, but started out an enforcer
Failure to comply, most likely might have to force you
Blow your brains out, the body bag or the coffin
Me and the carnal in the Jag sippin' coffee
We don't get harassed by the badge where the warrant?
Never been a confidential witness, not informant
Trappin' out the shop, why you findin' this alarmin'?
I just got it in, watch how quick it disappear
You tall and you can't dress, really, you annoyin'
Lil' mama better get wit' me before I'm out of range
Right, they got him dumb, they kinda put me in the game
Me and Dreka dealin' wit' the green, that's the only play
Five hundred mil turned out in the safe
Call Coca-Cola, they'll tell you I don't plays
Street game legend in the game, I'm a stepper
Stayed at the Polish last time we was together
Mazi take care of my kids when it's up and then get messy
Cheeseburger hit, got the [?] bought the drop
The rap game fake, Kevin Gates, free the Wap (Gucci, nigga)

 

[fox69]

"Kno One"

"Kno One"


She says I'm a dog, but it takes one to know one, alright
And I can go for hours, ain't believe me, had to show one, alright
See I prefer the floor, not the bed
Fiendin' for me, I can get it wet
She says I'm a dog, but it takes one to know one, alright

Let me see you drop it, throw it back
I'm bout to pin you to the carpet
Like a slur, you goin' fast
I'm bout to make you get up off it
Couple bald head hoes, lotta long weave
Got a tall red head ho, swear she want me
Shawty need some transportation, but she can't afford it
How bout you ride this dick to work, but just watch where you goin'
Take my time gripping on her waist line
Started this at night now it's approachin' daylight

She says I'm a dog, but it takes one to know one, alright
And I can go for hours, ain't believe me, had to show one, alright
See I prefer the floor, not the bed
Feedin' from me, I can get it wet
She says I'm a dog, but it takes one to know one, alright

Don't nobody else compare the way that Gates do you
Pull your hairs, smack your ass, knock your break shoes loose
Other lames take you out shoppin', dinner, and a movie
Suck your titty in the mirror with a finger in your booty
Top drop in a foreign, blowin' smoke up in the heavy
Right hand on your inner thigh, gently I'm caressin'
Say it make your pussy moist every time the engine revvin'
Gettin' dressed inside designer stores, you know how we be starin'
I don't get tired

She says I'm a dog, but it takes one to know one, alright
And I can go for hours, ain't believe me, had to show one, alright
See I prefer the floor, not the bed
Feedin' from me, I can get it wet
She says I'm a dog, but it takes one to know one, alright

[2x:]
Now before it's over
Don't say I didn't warn ya
I can't even lie girl, you the truth
Bedroom or the sofa, your legs around my shoulder
My attention, giving all of it to you

She says I'm a dog, but it takes one to know one, alright
And I can go for hours, ain't believe me, had to show one, alright
See I prefer the floor, not the bed
Feedin' from me, I can get it wet
She says I'm a dog, but it takes one to know one, alright

Let me see you work out
Let me see you work out, I love it when you work out
Let me see you work out
Let me see you work out, I love it when you work out
Let me see you work out
Let me see you work out, I love it when you work out
Let me see you work out
Let me see you work out, I love it when you work out

Oh that's it?