Who Want Smoke [Freestyle]
Kevin Gates
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Chicago Bulls, basketball shorts I'm tryna scrimmage (what up?) I go ape, post up in the paint chi' be high percentage (rrahh, ruff) Ayy, let's get it, step on one of you niggas spit on you when I finish Tryna act like they want smoke with Gates they really be up in they feelings (for real) This lil' bitty, pussy pressure she won't sit on some of these inches (Come on) Told me, get this pussy pregnant, bae I really want some of your children (aight, aight) I know how to take the fire lil' thing And send it on one of these fenders (woo-woo) I'ma really cop a hollow, aim it Send it at one of they temples (woo-woo) I'm just fiendin', I done came across a fix I go to itching (I do) I be twitching, and my eye be kinda fucked up, I be squinting (ah, ah) I be glitching, then my mind be kinda fucked up, come from killing (ah) You be spitting, you ain't never did a walk-up, you pretending I would really stand up in your shit and wrap your shit for Christmas (right) Closed case, he ain't got no face, the lawyer's gon' dismiss it (uh-huh) Grab the pole, I'm tryna snatch his soul and turn him to a memory With the hold up, I'm bipolar and you know I'm 'bout my business (I'm real) Don't rap about you trappin' in traffic, they pull they panties down (bow-bow) Band-aid on my fingertips, swing the switch, put that hammer down (grrah) They personal aburses score thirty-two out that wrap-around (bow-bow) Shottas slangin' coppa, that yoppa go, bap-bap-bap-bap-bow (bow) What the f*ck is that? (bow, what?) What the f*ck is that? (bow, bow-bow-bow-bow-bow) What the f*ck is that? I step on one of you niggas then I'll spit on you when I finish Lotta work, get distributed to my generals and lieutenants (at ease) Go berserk, I'll put you on a shirt from JCPenney Bitch, I'm turnt, put your dick inside the dirt and murk the witness I go lurk, catch a body and tell Mazi how I did it All my hitters work at Liz I go purchase me a Fendi Drop that bag, want your hat you know it's curtains when I set it Dun-Dadda, kick the rassclaat, this ain't gunfire You know I don't get tired, run you down your lungs tired Fireman, catch you coming home like the umpire Hmm, hitting her from the back, I got my strap on top her back, lil' bitch Thinking about setting me up, any funny ideas, then I'ma clap the bitch Thinking about stealing my watch and running off then I'ma whack the bitch That's how I bat that bitch Used to be chief executioner, big enforcer Drug lords in my lineage, many that been deported Red ford, twenty-two inch on fortys, I been retarded Love my neighbors, if I do some gangsta they don't report it If a nigga raise his phone in my presence, think he recording Cartier go walk around and make sure the bitch ain't recording Take his phone go in his recent deleted and then destroy it Hmm, then invite him to a show and then make him feel real important Put them gremlins on they trail when they bell and they get a company Don't entertain no fuckery, told the bitch not to f*ck with me I'm gonna drop my nuts how I'm thuggin', this shit a luxury I show no remorse, saddle up, ain't got no horse Hmm, Turn you to a corpse, in the slum, this shit a sport All these tigers in the jungle, we let nature take its course Mmm, know Brasi got some bodies, he responding you of course Mini MAC-11, when it's static, I hold down the fort Brand new 911 Turbo S, I'm jumping out a Porsche It do this shit, ain't nothing new to me, I been jumped off the porch No suppressor on the weapon, when it spit, look like a torch We done barbecued a nigga, when he finished, get the fork One of them men I maybe P.S.M, my eighteen throw up four Talking tough on Instagram, in person, they don't want no parts Clean the port, it be a surely mini cartridge look like doors Grip the 40, better take extra precaution when it spark Take precaution when that bitch spark, ya heard? Mm Yeah, that's how I step on shit These bitch ass niggas be talking that gangsta shit like, yeah I know what's happening with me dick ya heard me Hm, you know what's happening with me dick, you know I'm out here ya heard me Ayy, I'm out here, you heard me Get on the internet and do all that ayy, we do all that, ayy, ayy Ayy, You can do all that shit you be doing on the internet dick Ayy, but dick on that black top and you know what's happening with me dick ya heard me Bow-bo-bow What the f*ck is that? What the f*ck is that? (bow, bow-bow-bow-bow-bow) What the f*ck is that? I step on one of you niggas then I spit on you when I finish
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