Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Therapy Shit 4, artist - Kevin Gates.
Date of issue: 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- |