Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shit, artist - Kevin Gates. Album song Only The Generals Part II, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.02.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bread Winners Association
Song language: English
Shit |
Cocaine sticking to the pyrex |
Lito, no I ain’t sipping on no hot tea |
Sale on the line tryna' buy that |
What you mean we ain’t got lean, we supply that nigga |
Vinegar on the dog food, try that nigga |
The recompress sticking to the side |
Women on the line tryna feel it in they spine |
Mob something, let my nigga Gunna kill it from behind |
Hold up |
Rule number one, look it ain’t no rules |
Rule number two, can’t, don’t lose |
If the dope don’t come back what you gon do |
When the nigga ain’t answering that mean you got wooed |
Finesse, stress, happen to the best |
Fuck the rest told Gates I don’t get tired neither |
I ain’t lying, on the grind all the time, life on the line |
Lose my mind fore I forget my heater |
Trapback gang in my section, Ferrari out the exit |
Washington, I’m fly |
Hit his dome ten times kill it, grah |
Nigga want to, bye |
Nigga try to whip me, brrrra |
Jump back on the interstate, I’m headed to the nine |
Menace hit me, say he need another nine |
Nina drop me off in the Calio with Bub |
Say Kiera waiting on him with the candles by the tub |
If she try to set him up, then her parents getting drugged |
Out in bucket, with my nigga boss ten up the country |
Shooters in the den, rubber band up the money |
You know Mozzy out his mind, get him signed then we coming |
Fletch got the out a bundle and a huddle |
No discussion if a think it’s funny then he busted |
Did on the muscle, I ain’t ever pay a |
Bitch ass nigga, man what’s wrong with em |
Must don’t believe in god, I’m the wrong nigga |
AK47 with the chrome in it |
This a swing back stock, think I won’t send it? |
100 round drum, yeah I’m long winded |
My nigga chasing commas got a long sentence |
Old bitch, he know that I don’t get along with her |
The money long gone, so she don’t visit |
Me, myself, and I, them my co-defendants |
Back to Tennessee with Arizona midget |
Lower ticket, bank roll, hundred gang |
The bails in twentys |
I need every penny, got my scale and an extended |
Chopper got a stand, half a man, that’s a midget |
Poking holes, smoking dope, off the and they hit it |
Lito get the C note that they ran with the digit |
Ask can I take a piss, sprayed the blam, that’s a semi |