Kevin Gates - Paper, Steak, Shrimp (Freestyle) lyrics

Clap your hands to the beat, to the beat Just clap your hands to the beat, to the beat Come on clap your hands to the beat, to the beat I said clap your hands to the beat, to the beat Uh huh and you don’t stop Uh huh and you don’t stop Uh huh and you don’t stop Uh huh and you don’t stop We in this Great Lakes state Eatin steaks ‘n shrimp It’s kinda hard to miss the crew Because we all got limps We come equipped with new kicks and stetsons The super saggy rags and the white trash connection No flexin, huh, know what I mean You can feel us fool, we don’t need to be seen It’s all about the green, not the d** we be takin That sh**s free with an LP in circulation And we be wastin time Got them all state, all county, all hood rhymes It’s all good times, thank the lord For dumb f*ckin people and credit card fraud We’re tearin up your lawn, we got herds of Lincolns Step into your crib and have your whole house stinkin Don’t blink and don’t think we’re soft Hide your money and your gold and don’t express your thoughts We get mad props, wreck all shops Puttin stops on crews They get confused and lose, that’s what we do Styles stem from pioneers Leavin s**ers in awe And you get jawed for lookin queer Can you hear me or am I talkin to the wall That’s Top Dog callin out each and every one of y’all You get balls, you come and talk that sh** But Top Dogs camp ain’t nothin to f** with And don’t say we didn’t warn ya I got this Detroit thang with more love that California Drunk DJ smokin coiniac dips Call me the sidekick, thug boy, kid with the limp I rip through rhymes like a bullet in the breeze And I float through tracks like a shark in the sea A wee bit shy, but I comply by me And I’m a mean mother f**er when I have to be Got young g’s with sleeves and thieves on hold Strategically placed in case somebody feels bold I told…you ho’s you can’t f** with these cause I make more papers then trees See we believe in brotherhood forever is criteria You f*ckin with Top Dog Your f*ckin with family No I ain’t feelin ya, got all that I can do to hear Any time you see me you should stand clear You see me in my Lincoln I’m in the clubs drinkin Who you gonna check b**h, what the f** you thinkin You can check me, but that sh** don’t slide You can get your life took tryin to take my pride You ride with who, man that sh** ain’t big I roll with dogs that’ll rock your wig And got gigs all money Detroit to Portland Cellular receivers and beepers is what were sportin Your nothin of importance, I don’t sweat you Yeah the drinks on me, but the jokes on you I’m all about the everyday nothin at all See I’m not doin very much, I’m just havin a ball I’m in bed by four, I’m up by noon I might sit around, I might write me a tune I might go fishi’ and again I might not I might get me a fourty or pour me some scotch The watch on my wrist, that don’t even exist A lot of pissed people from appointments that I’ve missed I dissed everybody and their mom for spite Cause everybody’s barkin, but nobody ever bites Your talkin loud, sayin nothin Get you dad, get your cousin Go and get your boy cause he’s as big as a house Now take your p**y a** click and get the f** out I’m the estranged, deranged, I got domains like states I live in plush hotels with them hourly rates I do big plates eight times a day The crew be livin large at the seafood bay Got a way with the world and now I’m lookin’ to scramble Ain’t about to a** out on a no good gamble Could handle anything, but I ain’t down for broke So before somebody slides, somebody’s getting choked I’m a no good freak, tweak skin like rashes I lose a little love with everyday that pa**es Ain’t a masotistic, rock statistics, vocabulary I’m a very shy simplistic And get this, some people say I changed I’m the same mother f**er with the same old name A little extra game and extra cash could see You could f** me, but don’t put it past me You wanna bash me and got no reason I can lay up in the Caymans for four straight seasons I ain’t a punk, I refuse to be I live for what is, not what used to be Your all up in the past, that’s a** Hear what I say I’m all about today and I’m a die that way B*tch