Kevin Gates - Back In Blood (Freestyle) lyrics
Kevin Gates [Kevin Jerome Gilyard] Baton Rouge, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kevin Gates - Back In Blood Freestyle lyrics]
(Lil bitty B chain, nigga) so I'ma be honest
(Lil' bitty bitch)
I don't know how to count bars
Yeah, BreadWinner sweepstake lil'
Bitty B chain, wassam'
I used to count to sell bars huh
Brasi (We can get messy around here)
(Alumni)
I can't pop no bottles in this bitch
Why we celebratin'?
I'm who all my partners go against
Everybody changing
Ain't no sense in tryna tone it down
They already hate me
I ain't in nobody paperwork
I ain't making statements (Uh, huh)
Been a soldier, been on solo missions
I'm already gangsta (I'm already gangsta)
Wrecked the Lambo, sent a hit at Brasi
I wasn't 'posed to make it
(I wasn't 'posed to make it)
In your feelings 'cause I fuckеd your wife
Controllin' her with Lamba
In her throat, shе on that pipe
I throw it in her tonsils
I hit her with that motorbike
And she not unresponsive
Legs behind her head and the
Dick go in her stomach
She just told lil' Kevin that she
Feel it in her tummy
Her nigga keep security with him
She know he not thuggin'
That lil' body you ain't catch
You just shot that bitch and ran
Brasi, over opps we stand
Hit that bitch until it jam
I'm in popular demand
Cryptocurrency and bands
I know real niggas who trap
I know real niggas who scam
Asian can't see in Seattle
We gon' thumb through that by hand
Private jet with Jada Washington
Developing a strain before lobster
It was cereal and window unit fans
Bitch I'm mafia material
Could never take the stand
This lil' bopper she do miracles
Now watch her move that ass
Out the plane, let out the parachute
And then went got a bag
I'm like Puerto Rico Johnny with them bricks
I'm driving fast
I was on the phone with Draco
Out in ClayCo doing a dash
Nigga play with me 'bout Mazi
I'ma spin around and crash
Shit I'll grab you all in traffic
Put that package on your fam
Diamond tennis bracelets fit my pedigree
They make my wrists glisten
Amphetamines don't get the best of me
I get to thinkin' different i say lil' bitch
Before lobster
It was cereal and window unit fans
Bitch, I'm mafia material
Could never take the stand before lobster
It was cereal and window unit fans
Bitch, I'm mafia material
Could never take the stand
This lil' bopper she do miracles
Now watch her wop that ass
Out the plane, let out the parachute
And then went got a bag
And then went got a bag (Got a bag)
And then went got a bag (Got a bag)
Sayin', and then went got a bag
Bitch I'm mafia material
Could never take the stand
(Take the stand, take the stand)
Then went got a bag (Then went got a bag)
(Lil' bitty bitch)
I don't know how to count bars
Yeah, BreadWinner sweepstake lil'
Bitty B chain, wassam'
I used to count to sell bars huh
Brasi (We can get messy around here)
(Alumni)
I can't pop no bottles in this bitch
Why we celebratin'?
I'm who all my partners go against
Everybody changing
Ain't no sense in tryna tone it down
They already hate me
I ain't in nobody paperwork
I ain't making statements (Uh, huh)
Been a soldier, been on solo missions
I'm already gangsta (I'm already gangsta)
Wrecked the Lambo, sent a hit at Brasi
I wasn't 'posed to make it
(I wasn't 'posed to make it)
In your feelings 'cause I fuckеd your wife
Controllin' her with Lamba
In her throat, shе on that pipe
I throw it in her tonsils
I hit her with that motorbike
And she not unresponsive
Legs behind her head and the
Dick go in her stomach
She just told lil' Kevin that she
Feel it in her tummy
Her nigga keep security with him
She know he not thuggin'
That lil' body you ain't catch
You just shot that bitch and ran
Brasi, over opps we stand
Hit that bitch until it jam
I'm in popular demand
Cryptocurrency and bands
I know real niggas who trap
I know real niggas who scam
Asian can't see in Seattle
We gon' thumb through that by hand
Private jet with Jada Washington
Developing a strain before lobster
It was cereal and window unit fans
Bitch I'm mafia material
Could never take the stand
This lil' bopper she do miracles
Now watch her move that ass
Out the plane, let out the parachute
And then went got a bag
I'm like Puerto Rico Johnny with them bricks
I'm driving fast
I was on the phone with Draco
Out in ClayCo doing a dash
Nigga play with me 'bout Mazi
I'ma spin around and crash
Shit I'll grab you all in traffic
Put that package on your fam
Diamond tennis bracelets fit my pedigree
They make my wrists glisten
Amphetamines don't get the best of me
I get to thinkin' different i say lil' bitch
Before lobster
It was cereal and window unit fans
Bitch, I'm mafia material
Could never take the stand before lobster
It was cereal and window unit fans
Bitch, I'm mafia material
Could never take the stand
This lil' bopper she do miracles
Now watch her wop that ass
Out the plane, let out the parachute
And then went got a bag
And then went got a bag (Got a bag)
And then went got a bag (Got a bag)
Sayin', and then went got a bag
Bitch I'm mafia material
Could never take the stand
(Take the stand, take the stand)
Then went got a bag (Then went got a bag)