Kevin Gates - 400 Degreez Freestyle lyrics
Kevin Gates [Kevin Jerome Gilyard] Baton Rouge, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kevin Gates - 400 Degreez Freestyle lyrics]
See me I eat, sleep, shit, and talk paper
Trynna get it out the mud, gotta ball major
Took a stand and won't slip
Demanding I don't flinch
I'm the man with the cannon
I'm blaming the whole clip
Now my pockets like the hips
Of Anna Nicole Smith
Why you mad about the camera? Cause flicks
Love my bitch so I rub her clit
Lick below her pearl
Feed her Ferragamo with diamonds
And Mikimoto pearls
Out of state with the paper plates
Breezy in the car
Say she only play Kevin Gates, Weezy
And the squad leaning in the beamer think I
Need to get a job
Tennessee with senoritas where
We frequently ménage paint a picture
I'm not into belligerent gold diggers
Equipped with a cold trigger
And feelings for no nigga
I do it for the bottom
I spit until I'm out of breath
And you gotta wipe me down
Like Foxx I'm not myself
Come on, we gon get it out the mud this year
About to hold church in this mother fucker
It ain't easy in this mother fucker
Kevin Gates what's popping
Breadwinners Association, let's go
Vacation, I'm awake right after
The long mission knuckles to the pavement
Scraping my bone gristle but I'm still here
Got a problem with lil' kids
My acknowledgement of God was not
In an ill sense and I follow the apostle it
Probably could be a sin
A dot in yellow I'm popping a steel fifth
What it is pimpin'? Never been no duck nigga
See me with a drum, better run and duck nigga
Keep my name on your tongue
What you want me to fuck nigga?
I was made for the game, you was a mistake
Other rappers ain't safe, coolers in the face
Bitch, until you turn blue
But who's fucking with Gates? Progressing
The rest of you haters will die stressin'
Dead game pimp
Pay attention to my aggression
Get on any nigga track I'll
Eat it and digest it go get any nigga, ask
He agree that I'm not reppin'
For real, you know you got to come
To grips with yourself
Learning is taking place
Any beat a nigga go get, I'm gonna' murder it
It's something about me
I know how to peep out the projects
Frequent misunderstanding
The sickest nigga on Pyrex
You talking about a lawyer fee
Metal object hard to squeeze
Horribly they harbor me
Too afraid of the message
Mind moving methodically
Some would say that I'm reckless
Smarter than most
The problem is they placing misconceptions
I'm gripping a dumb pump
To spit at a dumb fuck
And I lift up a dump truck
Bullets tangle every angle
I sling them like nunchucks
Basic one in the chamber
I'll mangle a chump guts
Get the ring on the pink
Gleam when it's seen
Mean color sheen on the rear running boards
Kill something in the seersucker
Deer hunter orange life of the squad
Seven summers hard you ain't special
Same present for eleven other broads
I fuck with D nigga
Because he's a street nigga
Trynna get it out the mud, gotta ball major
Took a stand and won't slip
Demanding I don't flinch
I'm the man with the cannon
I'm blaming the whole clip
Now my pockets like the hips
Of Anna Nicole Smith
Why you mad about the camera? Cause flicks
Love my bitch so I rub her clit
Lick below her pearl
Feed her Ferragamo with diamonds
And Mikimoto pearls
Out of state with the paper plates
Breezy in the car
Say she only play Kevin Gates, Weezy
And the squad leaning in the beamer think I
Need to get a job
Tennessee with senoritas where
We frequently ménage paint a picture
I'm not into belligerent gold diggers
Equipped with a cold trigger
And feelings for no nigga
I do it for the bottom
I spit until I'm out of breath
And you gotta wipe me down
Like Foxx I'm not myself
Come on, we gon get it out the mud this year
About to hold church in this mother fucker
It ain't easy in this mother fucker
Kevin Gates what's popping
Breadwinners Association, let's go
Vacation, I'm awake right after
The long mission knuckles to the pavement
Scraping my bone gristle but I'm still here
Got a problem with lil' kids
My acknowledgement of God was not
In an ill sense and I follow the apostle it
Probably could be a sin
A dot in yellow I'm popping a steel fifth
What it is pimpin'? Never been no duck nigga
See me with a drum, better run and duck nigga
Keep my name on your tongue
What you want me to fuck nigga?
I was made for the game, you was a mistake
Other rappers ain't safe, coolers in the face
Bitch, until you turn blue
But who's fucking with Gates? Progressing
The rest of you haters will die stressin'
Dead game pimp
Pay attention to my aggression
Get on any nigga track I'll
Eat it and digest it go get any nigga, ask
He agree that I'm not reppin'
For real, you know you got to come
To grips with yourself
Learning is taking place
Any beat a nigga go get, I'm gonna' murder it
It's something about me
I know how to peep out the projects
Frequent misunderstanding
The sickest nigga on Pyrex
You talking about a lawyer fee
Metal object hard to squeeze
Horribly they harbor me
Too afraid of the message
Mind moving methodically
Some would say that I'm reckless
Smarter than most
The problem is they placing misconceptions
I'm gripping a dumb pump
To spit at a dumb fuck
And I lift up a dump truck
Bullets tangle every angle
I sling them like nunchucks
Basic one in the chamber
I'll mangle a chump guts
Get the ring on the pink
Gleam when it's seen
Mean color sheen on the rear running boards
Kill something in the seersucker
Deer hunter orange life of the squad
Seven summers hard you ain't special
Same present for eleven other broads
I fuck with D nigga
Because he's a street nigga