Kevin Gates - Monster lyrics

[Hook 1: Kevin Gates] Lungs full of dust like a [?] Walkin' through the projects, chillin' with the dope fiends Now you know real street n***a, I don't g**n Bread Winner Cartel, I've been to the Chain Gang We go to Florida gonna get it out in Georgia, comin' with it Pistol and the chicken in the navy Honda Civic Said you know a n***a hit the flip phone I don't conversate with n***a's women, I don't sit long [Verse 1: Jo Rodeo] n***as get scatterless, f** it I can handle this Twenty K in my denim jeans, everything that I want, a jet Aye, money turn my noodles into pasta, 22s into choppers Even turn my shoes into Pradas, beast mode n***a, I turn into a monster [?] to a check, a G for the belt, 500 for the sweats Every city I go make a complete mess, slit her throat tell your ho eat this Stickin' and dippin' up in her she trippin', no children, in love with the hair, the a**, [?] million b**hes be screamin' hey Rodeo we finally feel you, is it because I'm only tourin' with Future? It gotta be, I see a lot of me, there's only one of me, he's a wannabe Where you gonna be, deep, probably somewhere under me Smokin thundee tree, shoppin' at the Dollar Tree, you tryin' to doubt me, you a gottabe My n***as gotta eat, like I hit the lottery, the plug callin' me, he say proud of me Movin' this work how I feed the economy High as a kite, b**h I'm a star, my major astronomy Franklin keep fightin' me, honestly, ok that's fine with me I can't deny degree, or [?], cash is cash to me [Hook 2: Jo Rodeo] Who do I trust, me Nothing come over my bucks, greed You said you gon' what? Leave I do what I want, you say that you do but you don't, n***a Who do I trust, me Nothing come over my bucks, green You said you gon' what? Leave I do what I want, you say that you do but you don't, n***a [Hook 1: Kevin Gates] Lungs full of dust like a [?] Walkin' through the projects, chillin' with the dope fiends Now you know real street n***a, I don't g**n Bread Winner Cartel, I've been to the Chain Gang We go to Florida gonna get it out in Georgia, comin' with it Pistol and the chicken in the navy Honda Civic Say you know a n***a hit the flip phone I don't conversate with n***a's women I don't sit long [Bridge: Kevin Gates] Bad vibe, exit from around you if it feel wrong 38 snub, Mac-11, and my dick long Twenty-seven Os recompressing in the fish bowl [?], Thirty-six that's a [?] Automatic got me slowin' down the tempo I don't gotta talk women pickin' you for info Touchdown 100 yard dash 'til the endzone Clutch Hail Mary still prayin' that we get home [Hook 2: Jo Rodeo] Who do I trust, me Nothing come over my bucks, greed You said you gon' what? Leave I do what I want, you say that you do but you don't, n***a Who do I trust, me Nothing come over my bucks, green You said you gon' what? Leave I do what I want, you say that you do but you don't, n***a