Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Therapy Shit 4 , by - Kevin Gates. Release date: 14.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Therapy Shit 4 |
| Ay, ay, you ain’t gotta love me, baby, I tell hoes |
| Go to trip and Imma buy me some Chanel, ho |
| Them Imma rock this shit in front ya on a cellphone |
| Hit the ground, go to flexin' from a cellphone |
| Independent big girl and she got her own apartment |
| Every night she set the mood and she don’t like to argue |
| A lot of bad bitches still livin' with they mama |
| A lot of bad bitches still livin' with they mama |
| A lot of bad bitches still livin' with they mama |
| A lot of bad bitches still livin' with they mama |
| I do it, I stick it |
| I stick it, I do it |
| Suppressor, I’m pressure, but this is, a Uzi |
| I fuck with, lil Britney, and shoutout, lil Scooby |
| It’s up there, I’m ignant, stop talking, let’s do it |
| Word around town, I’m with another nigga bitch |
| Gotta be Alam busy dealin' with my kids |
| You love your ho then cuff her, fuck what other niggas |
| Her bootyhole retarded, pussy good, her mouth the same |
| She know that we beefin' and she started running games |
| She know we ain’t speaking, can’t get caught up in her ways |
| Watch her from behind, gotta holla and that’s on gains |
| Slap her nine times, roll around, whatchu thank! |
| Free my nigga Malucci! |
| White toe, headband, let’s do it |
| Before they started twerking |
| They used to pop the coochie |
| Before you started rapping, you weren’t gangsta, you was pussy |
| You know you scared uhh, hold up there goes OG Boobie |
| I’m runnin the bread up, I got Huli right here coolin' |
| Controlling me, yeah love, I got shooters who got shooters |
| Exposing a real nigga, that’s some shit that we not doing |
| We hide the floss by Brooklyn |
| Go ask Rylo how we movin |
| Oh she can’t drop me off, I just jump out and go stupid |
| Wrong way to dumb way |
| I think y’all know how we doing |
| I’m paying luxury tags, you know, yeah, I can’t relate |
| I’m on the phone with Gucci Mane, got the |
| I’m in the building, we can relax |
| Baby come near me, Dreka be strapped |
| We got some children, they gon' be strapped |
| Said you want kill me, nigga what’s happening |
| I got Erkule goggles on |
| I’ve been flexing on my phone |
| Hold up nigga, watch yo tone |
| Big poem from the shoulder |
| Big bone with some chrome |
| Dude thought he was in power, got removed from his throne |
| Bitch I’m pressure on my end |
| I’m pressure on my end |
| I’m pressure on my end |
| I’m pressure on my end |
| Bitch I’m pressure on my end |
| I’m pressure on my end |
| Bitch I’m pressure on my end |
| I’m pressure on my end |
| I forgot what I was saying, retarded |
| When I walk in the room |
| You can’t tell I’m ready to diamond |
| What’s happening with you |
| Rocking a shirt with a collar, I got it, we up |
| I feel like you wasted my time and we up |
| Jump in your shit got a problem what’s up |
| You think I don’t got it, I’m bout it, what’s up |
| You know that I’m rockin, you know I don’t bluff |
| Walk in your thot, and I’ll stab in your guts |
| I do not care about bunny cut up |
| Meant to say public, it must be the crush |
| Anybody that knows me, if you’ve ever been around me |
| Or ever had the opportunity to be blessed to be in my presence |
| I’m upright, independent and fearless at all times |
| I don’t engage in no bullshit |
| I mean, unless, it’s with my lil team |
| You know, other than that, you know |
| All relationships are circumstantial to me |
| I’m pressure |
| Jump in the dashboard |
| I’m thuggin, I’m playin rover |
| I still was sufferin internally, whenever you came over |
| You told me whatever decision I make that we would remain closer |
| But you kinda changed over |
| Just try to remain sober |
| Kick dirt on my name, I maintain, then I stay focused |
| They get on Instagram and take shots at me, thinking I ain’t noticed |
| I got a thing on top my neck, it got a brain on it |
| I got a thing inside my chest, it got some stains on it |
| I hit the shower, go workout and I don’t think on it |
| You draw your sword get met with force, you can bank on it |
| I’m uptown in a Porsche, got my name on it |
| On south 12th, but of course, got my name on it |
| On Carolina and on Alyss, got my name on it |
| Go ask Lil Derrick, on St Joseph, got my name on it |
| Pressure on my end, now it’s time to wild out |
| We don’t do no drive-bys, we spin through then we hop out |
| Jump straight out, then run them bitches, all- |