Kevin Gates - I Be lyrics

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Kevin Gates - I Be lyrics

[Hook] I be in the hood, I be in the trap I be with the shooters, I be busting straps I be (x9) I be with them k**ers, I be with them dealers I be with them strippers, I be with them real n***as I be (x7) [Verse 1] You ain't met a n***a like me Run through sh** like me South-side legend like me, [?] k** and the street Who the f** won't shed me? Can let a n***a check me Pull up in the hood, nobody touch my G Droppin nuts on the track, I stand up and trap Go hard in the paint, what you really know about that? Too real way before rap, took a break from the trap Hunnit block on the news, I had to fall back Pull up in all black We jumped out with the strap, we don't really know how to act Young n***a gon a cab Inperfect gon' ich South-side n***a we gon' b**h Speak to you like a preacher See if you came for a feature [Hook] I be in the hood, I be in the trap I be with the shooters, I be busting straps I be (x9) I be with them k**ers, I be with them dealers I be with them strippers, I be with them real n***as I be (x7) [Verse 2] Young, rich and I'm rolling In a car that's not stolen Yea I'm on parole but the pistol I'm holding I say Dreco, you say [?] About my pace n bout my lego [?] dripping like [?] We 100 ain't no Fredo O.G Bobby Johnson n***a pealing your potato I got k**ers on a payroll They go movin, Dreco say so If I'm not witnessing my business get your a** in Halo (Say hello to my little friend, hello) Ain't no talking about me, p**y scared to talk about me And if they talk about me, quicker way to get it bout me All these k**er around me, number drug dealer around me What the f** you think? Goin on we decline counter [Hook] I be in the hood, I be in the trap I be with the shooters, I be busting straps I be (x9) I be with them k**ers, I be with them dealers I be with them strippers, I be with them real n***as I be (x7) [Verse 3: Kevin Gates] Landlord on my error Still correcting my errors Designer belts and morgelas In a jail cell, no tellin' (braa) Keep chest cold, rock ice water Got a broke wrist, I put ice on it Wrist game, got a 6 brain But the doctor said I can't write on it I ain't really go to high school but a slide through I got options G'ed up when I read up Keep the heat talk, no pocket Lil b**h n***a that sent n***as she ain't never caution nobodys n***a tried to job me but shot me I came back and I got him Hoes want to f** Bread Winners Ain't nothing f**ing with Brasi Louis belt but I'm gucci Stroke with me, we stupid Straight face in the club silence Said a cheque Nikey just do it Bread Winners Assoication that's probably Menace and b**bie Salute [Hook] I be in the hood, I be in the trap I be with the shooters, I be busting straps I be (x9) I be with them k**ers, I be with them dealers I be with them strippers, I be with them real n***as I be (x7)