Kevin Gates - At lyrics

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Kevin Gates - At lyrics

With my b***h in a Louis bag Where the guns at? In the Coupe with the roof detached Where the slums at In the booth. Hold up, who want rap? Where the funds at? (Where it’s at?) My Lieutenant bout to send it B***h I’m where the plug at [Verse 2: Renni Rucci] Big Renni I was thinking back, I ain’t have a penny B***h n***a left me outchea flat, then I started stripping I ain’t tripping I could run that back, I know how to get it New n***a, all he talk is packs Break it down, distribute [Verse 3: Kevin Gates] Hold up, bae You get that rubber mallet? Break the clumps out that That’s if you cook it If you sell it soft you take the chunks out that Gon head, I’m looking Brand new box of soda, we gon dump out that Water boiling Vroom and start your motor, watch it jump out that [Verse 4: Renni Rucci] Straight drop-off (What a whip) I could make it (Look like grits) Bae done taught me bout that H This s**t here gon’ take a 6 Got that windshield in them bricks I’ma let it go in zips Keep your man out my DM ‘fore I make him eat my d**k [Interlude: Renni Rucci & Kevin Gates] Bae, it’s supposed to be doing that? Yeah, it’s ‘posed to look like that It’s supposed to look, so this right? I think it’s sexy when you talking reckless Pressure [Verse 5: Renni Rucci] G-Wagon, yellow brake pads 4 door Coupe, big gangsta (Gangsta) Overcooked dope Beige, off-white These Instagram h**s faking (Faking) Transparent unit, rock the lace one day Sweat it out then change it Start touching M’s and my fake friends start telling me that I’m changing (Who?) Who you gon beat up? (When you want meet up?) I’ll put your feet in the air (Forreal) Who you getting loud with? (Know I’m a stylist) I’ll put that heat in your hair (Steel) Hold up Let me change the subject, switch positions Park the ‘Lac truck My n***a real, I tell him give me d**k and arch my a*s up [Verse 6: Kevin Gates] From the smack you throwing it back Bae, I ain’t know you was cut like that I’m pulling your hair, I spit in your a*s And knowing you liking it rough like that My stamina cool We wake up at 4 in the morning and catch us a vibe in the gym We go to the studio, make us a movie Pre-order some food by the time that it end Informing my goons I play by the rules Reservation for 2 at a private event Clutching a tool, don’t get it confused You finally done got around one of them men Too much to lose versuri-lyrics.info I make a major mistake it could make me go back to the pen I play it smooth Yellow brick caliber, jump out the AMG Benz while it ring Captain Dan, private charter, we (Sailing) Private chef, our dinner get (Catered) Private shooter, on the roof with a (Gator) 500, I’mma move with a (Trailer) Load in, when it come get it (Crated) Load out, hit the road, get it (Freighted) Campaign, in a suit with a (Trainer) Champaign, in the loop with a (Gangsta) Transportation got em flying in Do the same thing if you’re buying 10 Reputation die when your grind end Got a fish hook with a lining (?) watch with the diamonds I cannot tell what the time is Pull strings like a violin