KB (Producer) - White Tan lyrics

[Verse 1-Kevin Gates] Stupid Step-Father, I'm wonderin' is you stupid? Facial expression vacant, get puzzled as if a doofus Bad news truly, nose up her a** often Socially a misfit, my dick you should get off it 4 63's, clickin' 9s, droppin' dimes off it Bottom line a revolver, problem of mine solver Dodgin' a crime, while in the blind of a flyin' saucer Unidentified object, and dead of the night walkin' Dawg barkin I'm sparkin, hard to talk from a coffin When Tharson go to war couldn't call it off if I called him Needle into my skin no pretendin' be somewhat therapeutic While in my lair in the air performin' aerial movement Thoughts linger, distinctively as if parachuting Whisper police and be quickly seen by a pair of shooters Stare or prove it, arousin' theories that I'm hard to k** Oxygen the toxin' while watchin' shawty contortion' it [Hook-Kevin Gates] I could dap you with the right hand And then bat you with the left hand A lot of n***as p**y they been comin' at me left hand On the stove over the pot I'm droppin' soda with the right hand bu*terknife and scrape the Pyrex cookin' White tan, oh ohhh ohh White tan, oh oh Yo oh oh White tan oh oh [Interlude-Kevin Gates] sh**, I got to feelin' myself I forgot where I come in Hold on Hold up Let me see [Verse 2-Kevin Gates] It go bloom bloom blocka, salute troops proper Pigs inquisitive ya listenin' better not be Sinatra Ya better resemble Gotti Embodyin' Luca Brasi In the lobby with the try-me Ya women wish they could try it out Creep into the Cliqo, not humble who gon' stick by me now? While he down, devisin' a plot, wish they could tie me down? I be round, Mafia Mechanisms and all sorts All ports, circlin' the globe thuggin' the raw sport Raw Report Magazine reader, pull up in raw form All corn, state of athleticism in y'all dorm What I meant by sippin' drank the color we all knowin' With that sh** the same color as a airport [Hook-Kevin Gates] I could dap you with the right hand And then bat you with the left hand A lot of n***as p**y they been comin' at me left hand On the stove over the pot I'm droppin' soda with the right hand bu*terknife and scrape the Pyrex cookin' White tan, oh ohhh ohh White tan, oh oh Yo oh oh White tan oh oh