Kevin Gates - Showin' Up lyrics

Bad b**hes wanna f** me Yeah, yeah, shawty love Bad b**hes wanna f** me Yeah, you know Shawty love the way I Shawty love the way I Shawty love the way I Way I'm cutting up I'ma hit the dick on you, ain't no cuddle up She be showin' up All that a** you got behind you Slim waist, all that a** you got behind you I mean, I mean where the f** they find you? Where the f** they find you? I'ma hit the dick on you, ain't no cuddle up She be showin' up, showin' up Hold up, pause Break the knob, speaker going out Two big booty b**hes, both cheeks poking out If I feel played everybody getting robbed This fine motherf**er corn on the cob Listening to Three 6, slob on my knob If I don't know you I don't wanna, I don't like the vibe Disrespect me, I'ma die, see it in my eyes Hit my dog, hit the mall, what you did, drop a bag Into fashion, I ain't bragging, 450, ate Italian Got a chick, she Dominican and she half Italian Portuguese on her, big knots going at her top Throw some D's on her, I'm a rich boy, I'm on top n***as sleep on you when you're b**h made How can I tell my mama, she gon' lose respect for me if I ain't die Bless her heart, she gon' be upset me with me I ain't fly I'm retarded, I'm a dog, I'm a lil badibida Pulling up, happy meals right outside of Benihana's Try to drink a million, know he really want to see me under Muscle, no need to tussle, hater 'bout to see me bubble n***a he be want to shoot the sh** but he ain't saying nothing Got around a n***a, acting weird like he up to something Drop 50 racks, backed back, another n***a touched them Game played above his shoulder Can't think, get the shovel Bad b**hes wanna f** me Yeah, yeah, shawty love Bad b**hes wanna f** me Yeah, you know Shawty love the way I Shawty love the way I Shawty love the way I Way I'm cutting up I'ma hit the dick on you, ain't no cuddle up She be showin' up All that a** you got behind you Slim waist, all that a** you got behind you I mean, I mean where the f** they find you? Where the f** they find you? I'ma hit the dick on you, ain't no cuddle up She be showin' up, showin' up Hold up, pause Break the knob, speaker going out Attempts at the phone, you hear your beeper going off I just hate Kevin Gates, he be showing off Big name, getting heavy, horsepower on the Chevy Money Wap, countin' Fetty, bad b**h, we together Jugg man, another level, mansion crib, j**elry section 18k, plain jane, Lance bought a bezel Freak or we can f** wherever, get 'em sis, f** 'em up All black 750 with the peanut bu*ter guts Who is this big fine motherf**er running up? Pumps in the bump, booty going bumpabumpabump Shoes on, watch me, drunk man, what the f** Beem, boom, beem, bam, boom, yeah, going dumb Glock, boom boom boom, now you want to duck You was on the gram talking tough, now you want to hug Hundred fifty bands on the bluff, cuz get a cut Moving on, better thoughts, cleaner weed, cleaner living Kitchen bags at the cleaners, even made a cleaner k**ing What he said? f** a n***a, I ain't really get to hearing Lately I been running out of seconds tryna get a minute Using a metaphor, I figured you would get the picture Shawty bad, she a ten, blowing gas in Virgina Express pa**, had to get it, you ain't get the picture?