Kevin Gates - My n***as lyrics

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Kevin Gates - My n***as lyrics

[Gates Speaking] Glock staying co*ked Aim, Squeeze Dive in there and get 'em [Intro] What kind of n***a make a n***a move when they come through? Act a fool when they come through on Grey Goose and Absolut What kind of n***a make a n***a move when they come through? Act a fool when they come through on Grey Goose and Absolut [Verse 1: Kevin Gates] Gates hit the lobby of your favorite hotel, they get stupid Dead game, come equipped with a chain and 10 shooters Anything move? Report it he be a victim Oh he BWA, he straight, a breadwinner My trap, open with crack like the pocket on a bus My bread wrapped in stacks like I got it off a truck What type of n***a tote a pipe, ignite in it in a bust I put that on my life, I'mma bite a million bucks My dog, eat steak, gotta feed me cake I get payed for spittin' like I'm T.D. Jakes Tell the bartender, bartender send over the hard liquor Money like a poker parade, not a card with us Handshakin', fan basin', hosted by the tan sadist Me? I'm a G, blow weed like a plantation My n***a birthday, tell the stripper light the candles Taylor made gator suede, [?] [Chorus] What kind of n***a make a n***a move when they come through? Act a fool when they come through on Grey Goose and Absolut What kind of n***a make a n***a move when they come through? Act a fool when they come through on Grey Goose and Absolute My n***as, my n***as, my n***as, don't you f** with my n***as [x3] [Verse 2: Kevin Gates] My n***as by the picture booth, a photo session Purchase every color collar in the Polo section I mean, what kind of n***a take trips out of town Find a freak, bring her back, let the click dick her down Movie after movie, run game on the b**h Call Vick "work ya' magic, run train on the b**h" You know how this thing go Money longer than train smoke Out in front the club, them triggers will make ya brain poke Give us what we came for, bring it in what we aim for My n***as stay fresh, don't know how to f** with plain clothes Now we ride suicide, pro handle, dope crease Goin' to the Lakers game, buying out the floor seats Fiend with a team, with jerseys and fitteds Worried with security, they nervous, a sickness I heard of them n***as, I served by the b**hes Too solid and they talking? We'll murder the witness [Chorus] [Verse 3: Kevin Gates] I move with dope movers, miniature MAK-90's Relax in the Matra, I trap, we read dollars Any altercation, the strap will freeze violence Lit up on the strip, we strike, we see sirens Street where they stuff it fast Pump heat, bust and blast Black leather gloves, ski mask, and a duffel bag They gon' have to handle us Don't know how to handle us Get a bad vibe, 50 shots to the [?] Smolder jackers, Ruger's and automatics Shooter's say "is ya' stupid? Them dudes got a lot of swagger" Word on percentages, Bird got a lot of talent Nerve of the news camera, them boys grip 2 hammers Grab on a new felon? they smashin' ya new new balance Im back, 10 stacks, and with crack we do magic Place where your [?] came Probably made chump change Arsenal weaponry, Gates got a gun range [Chorus]