EST Gee, Kevin Gates - Water Zips lyrics

Say Runtz, this shit what I
Been goin' through lately, you heard me?
Yeah, uh, uh, yeah

Slidin' through the streets
Took off my cleats and got some peace from it
I been here since I was selling
Water zips for three hundred (FOREVEROLLING)
First time I hit something with that blick
I had a weak stomach
762 bullets knock the numbers off of 300
He ain't die
But his remaining life gon' be a cucumber
Niggas can't out-snake me, I'm a king cobra

The realest ass, the trenches let my brother
Run through three boulders
Last one so ign'ant, that the J
He wish hе could re-smoke it
Next timе I see Henry
I know it might be a shootout
Serving on probation with a anklet
At my boo house give your life to me
And what I do and you get flewed out
Leave it in ho raw while she on
Top and let it ooze out
Her head was so stupid
Would've thought she had two mouths
He said, "Are you sure you don't
Wanna talk?" And I said, "No doubt"
Took a break from trappin', started rappin'
Made a new drought
Talking to them ratchets get you
Clapped at your new house
Your bitch said you're so scared
Told me everything I knew 'bout
They said he almost dead
So I'm just praying they pull the trigger
(Swear to God
Please let 'em pull the trigger)

Slidin' through the streets
Took off my cleats and got some peace from it
I been here since I was selling
Water zips for three hundred
First time I hit something with that blick
I had a weak stomach
762 bullets knock the numbers off of 300
He ain't die
But his remaining life gon' be a cucumber
Niggas can't out-snake me, I'm a king cobra
I gave niggas history and something
Real to beef over
We take sons from fathers and give
Mamas shit to weep over (Cartel)

Puerto Rico Dave just tapped my hip
I put that pack on it
Vacuum-sealed with inner tubes to
Eat the base, got stamps on it
Dick inside her purse, you get berserk
I put that lamp on it
Making slick remarks, get no response
Can't even hear that shit from where I'm at
Never went through theatrics
Just put eighteen zips on Cali meds
Losing like a tool
I ain't open up a package yet
Re-rock in my kitchen, doin' re-cooks
'Cause Sandra posted bond for
My lil' brother, he got re booked
A hundred bricks of tan in minivans
I got the streets shook
I met Teflon Mark in Phipps Plaza in Atlanta
I'm with OG Ken
Sell load, got stopped, but I recovered
This is no pretend
Smiling on a boat with my lil' bitch
I just been focusing cigar smoke
Got caught up in the moment when I soak it in
Covered up my face in public
Hope nobody notice it
I cover up her face and fuck her
I know that she loving it
She look back and say, "Bae, I'm
Cummin', " I can't hear you, come again

Slidin' through the streets
Took off my cleats and got some peace from it
I been here since I was selling
Water zips for three hundred
First time I hit something with that blick
I had a weak stomach
762 bullets knock the numbers off of 300
He ain't die
But his remaining life gon' be a cucumber
Niggas can't out-snake me, I'm a king cobra
I gave niggas history and something
Real to beef over
We take sons from fathers and give
Mamas shit to weep over