Kevin Gates - Back In Blood (Freestyle) lyrics

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Kevin Gates - Back In Blood (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro] (Be the B chain, ni**a) So I'ma be honest (Lil' bitty b*tch) I don't know how to count bars Yeah, BreadWinner, [?] lil' bitty b*tch, [?] I used to count to sell bars Huh Brasi (We can get messy around here) (Alumni) [Verse] I can't pop no bottles in this b*tch, why we celebratin'? I'm who all my partners go against, everybody changing Ain't no sense in tryna tone it down, they already hate me I ain't in nobody paperwork, I ain't making statements (Uh-huh) Been a soldier, been on solo missions, I'm already gangsta (I'm already gangsta) Wrecked the Lambo, son to hear that Brasi, I wasn't 'posed to make it (I wasn't 'posed to make it) In your feelings 'causе I fu*ked your wife, controllin' her with Lamba In hеr throat, she [?] on that pipe, I throw it in her tonsils I hit her with that motorbike and she not unresponsive Legs behind her head and the dick go in her stomach She just told lil' Kevin that she feel it in her tummy Her ni**a keep security with him, she know he not thuggin' That lil' body you ain't catch, you just shot that b*tch and ran Brasi, all the opps we stain, hit that b*tch until it jam I'm in popular demand, cryptocurrency and bands I know real ni**as who trapped, I know real ni**as who scammed Asian can't see in Seattle, we gon' thumb through that by hand Private jet with Jada Washington, developing a strain Before lobster, it was cereal and window unit fans b*tch I'm mafia material, could never take the stand This lil' bopper she do miracles, now watch her move that ass Out the plane, let out the parachute, and then went got a bag I'm like Puerto Rico Johnny with them bricks, I'm driving fast I was on the phone with Draco out in ClayCo doing a dash ni**a play with me 'bout Mazi, I'ma spin around and crash sh*t I'll grab you all in traffic, put that package on your fam Diamond tennis bracelets fit my pedigree, they make my wrists glisten Amphetamines don't get the best of me, I get to thinkin' different I say lil' b*tch [Refrain] Before lobster, it was cereal and window unit fans b*tch I'm mafia material, could never take the stand Before lobster, it was cereal and window unit fans b*tch I'm mafia material, could never take the stand This lil' bopper she do miracles, now watch her wop that ass Out the plane, let out the parachute, and then went got a bag [Outro] And then went got a bag (Got a bag) And then went got a bag (Got a bag) Sayin', and then went got a bag b*tch I'm mafia material, could never take the stand (Take the stand, take the stand) Then went got a bag (Then went got a bag)