Lyrics Waddup Homie Pt. 2 - Kevin Gates

Waddup Homie Pt. 2

Almighty God, I ask that you be with each and every one of our brothers and
sisters
That’s lost, that’s found, that’s incarcerated, that’s free
I pray that You bring our loved ones home, immediate release
Visitation at the prison, on the list I’m rockin' bling
Name rang, they know my face, it ain’t no need to see ID
Used to pull up, pump the whip and hop out VIP
Lawyer told me 'cause of COVID, I can’t come inside the bing (What you mean?)
God answers prayers, be back quicker than you think
Ain’t it a trip how time fly by quicker than you blink?
Just rolled through our ghetto, it ain’t like it used to be
Everybody on that H and my lil' baby sellin' D (For real)
Shit they sayin' on that internet, you know you can’t believe (Man, come on)
These niggas guns be wild firin', they terrified of beef (For real)
Any moment we can wild out and get 'em put to sleep
Well connected, know I’m WiFi, I’m really in the streets
Do you remember I was bad off on the lean, no longer drink, put down the bottle
Lil' Kevin Gates on
next door to misconduct
Got customers that come for weight, I distribute narcotics (Ooh)
Used to bump
, we rock and shake, I’m cookin' in the bottom (Ooh)
Nowadays I rock the stage and make 'em move they body (Make 'em move they body)
On my way back from
, off an island (Off an island)
Make a left on East Buchanan, press the pedal, we in throttle (Vroom)
then I’m supplyin' my environment (My environment)
Just me for a hizzy, I’ma need about an hour
That’s a half a brick for niggas who ain’t rockin' like I’m rockin' (Like I’m
rockin')
18 zips, he want it soft, that’s not a problem (Not a problem)
Only
with Chicago, they come bring
, she got me
She like, «Bae, where you say it’s at?»
Underneath the counter
Next to the
cereal but right behind the boxes
Brian give me thirty minutes, my bitch on the way from Scotland
Stoppin' up, I can’t get mad, I’m jumpin' out a Honda
I’m in power with a collar shirt, there go Luca Brasi
I’ma grind, but you from where I’m from then losing’s not an option
Multiple convictions but we don’t believe in stoppin'
Tryna do it with the work until I get the music poppin' (Music poppin')
70 805, they know we cut like that, that’s all the way (All the way)
The people just had past but we still trappin', servin' all the J’s (All the
J’s)
Go to jail and jump the bond, we right back
Prayin' the feds don’t pick up on my charges, keep it all in state
If that’s the case
all the way
Frank Ferrara made me cop out, I done threw the ball away
Now I’m
just tryna see if he make these charges shake
I need you in the court of laws (I need you), they tryna throw us all away
What up, homie?
You know I’m with you right or wrong
Just hope you know I miss you and I wish you hurry home
Your children gettin' big, in a minute they gon' be grown (For real)
I know just how you feel, your baby momma did you wrong (Fuck that bitch)
Be like, «What up with you homie?
You know I’m with you right or wrong
Just hope you know I miss you and I wish you hurry home
Know my schedule done got hectic when I don’t pick up the phone
You know it kill me when you stressin', I can hear it in your tone
I want my family back together, I just pray it don’t be long (Yeah)
I just put together this letter and stuck it in a song (Ayy)
The ones you love the most will be the ones that do you wrong
I just put together this letter and stuck it in a song
Yeah, this ain’t nothin' my nigga
Bitch, you know I’m all chill
I’m all in the visitation room, you know shirt bust open
You heard me?
Diamonds glistenin' everywhere (Bling-bling, blaow, blaow, blaow)
Earrings and my necklace and my wrist they look like February
(Bling-bling, blaow, blaow, blaow)
I just bought food for the whole compound, you heard?
I ain’t really into shinin', I just do that shit for Mazi
Real niggas up the road, that hold it down on a jolst
Ha, I just pray you don’t be too long