Kevin Gates - 400 Degreez Freestyle lyrics

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Kevin Gates - 400 Degreez Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates] See me I eat, sleep, sh**, and talk paper Trynna get it out the mud, gotta ball major Took a stand and won't slip Demanding I don't flinch I'm the man with the cannon, I'm blaming the whole clip Now my pockets like the hips of Anna Nicole Smith Why you mad about the camera? Cause [?] flicks Love my b**h So I rub her clit Lick below her pearl Feed her Ferragamo with diamonds And Mikimoto pearls Out of state with the paper plates Breezy in the car Say she only play Kevin Gates, Weezy, and the squad Leaning in the beamer think I need to get a job Tennessee with senoritas where we frequently ménage Paint a picture I'm not into belligerent gold diggers Equipped with a cold trigger And feelings for no n***a I do it for the bottom, I spit until I'm out of breath And you gotta wipe me down like Foxx I'm not myself [Gates Speaking] Come on, we got it out the mud this year About to hold church in this mother f**er It ain't easy in this mother f**er Kevin Gates what's popping Breadwinners Association, let's go [Verse 2: Kevin Gates] Vacation, I'm awake right after the long mission Knuckles to the pavement, scraping my bone gristle But I'm still here Got a problem with lil' kids My acknowledgement of God was not in an ill sense And I follow the apostle it probably could be a sin A dot in yellow [?] I'm popping a steel fifth What it is pimpin'? Never been no duck n***a See me with a drum, better run and duck n***a Keep my name on your tongue, what you want me to f** n***a? I was made for the game, you was a mistake Other rappers ain't safe, coolers in the face b**h, until you turn blue, but who's f**ing with Gates? Progressing The rest of you haters will die stressin' Dead game pimp, pay attention to my aggression Get on any n***a track I'll eat it and digest it Go get any n***a, ask, he agree that I'm not reppin' [Gates Speaking] For real, you know you got to come to grips with yourself Learning is taking place Any beat a n***a go get, I'm gonna' murder it [Verse 3: Kevin Gates] It's something about me, I know how to peep out the projects Frequent misunderstanding, the sickest n***a on Pyrex You talking about a lawyer fee Metal object hard to squeeze Horribly they [?] me, too afraid of the message Mind moving methodically, some would say that I'm reckless Smarter than most, the problem is they placing misconceptions I'm gripping a dumb pump To spit at a dumb f** And I lift up a dump truck Bullets tangle every angle I sling them like nunchucks Basic one in the chamber, I'll mangle a chump guts Get the ring on the pink, gleam when it's seen Mean color sheen on the rear running boards k** something in the seers**er, deer hunter orange Life of the squad Seven summers hard You ain't special, same present for eleven other broads I f** with D n***a Because he's a street n***a