Kevin Gates - Get In The Way lyrics
Kevin Gates [Kevin Jerome Gilyard] Baton Rouge, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kevin Gates - Get In The Way lyrics]
If you get in the way
I want to clean up brigade beat up your face
No surrender, me no run away
If you get in the way
I want to clean up brigade beat up your face
No surrender, me no run away
Last time I checked
I wasn't soft on these streets
Bled and fought, win, lose
Or draw on these streets rob a seven fifty
Got taught on these streets
Open shopping, hotels
Serve raw on these streets
Jumps feel tough and the shot gun pop one
Wanted me a mouth-piece but Bow Wow's got one
Eatin' when they sleepin'
Feedin' my aggression ease when they be
Watch them freeze under pressure
Lyrically inclined I post and represent
Shit no, sick flow throw some medicine
X-Macmilicon young, black militant
Cash on the stash god damn, magnificent
Might as well sag my pants everywhere I go
You know I'mma show my ass everywhere I go
2002, close case i shot him in the face
(No surrender, me no run away)
I couldn't get at the nigga
So I made it my point to get at his bitch
Check me out, look
Up in sovereign when I saw you dancin'
Approach her from behind like do ya damn ting
She tellin' me she feelin my Jamaican accent
So I walked up by the leavy
Trying to break her back-in
She pullin' on my dreads she call me Mr lova
I'm send me love to Shabba Ranks
She call me Mr lova
We're all going on a summer holiday
Hustle in the drow, we can run the holiday
We're all going on a summer holiday
Hustle in the drow, tryna run the holiday
Might as well sag my pants everywhere I go
You know Ima show my ass everywhere I go
I want to clean up brigade beat up your face
No surrender, me no run away
If you get in the way
I want to clean up brigade beat up your face
No surrender, me no run away
Last time I checked
I wasn't soft on these streets
Bled and fought, win, lose
Or draw on these streets rob a seven fifty
Got taught on these streets
Open shopping, hotels
Serve raw on these streets
Jumps feel tough and the shot gun pop one
Wanted me a mouth-piece but Bow Wow's got one
Eatin' when they sleepin'
Feedin' my aggression ease when they be
Watch them freeze under pressure
Lyrically inclined I post and represent
Shit no, sick flow throw some medicine
X-Macmilicon young, black militant
Cash on the stash god damn, magnificent
Might as well sag my pants everywhere I go
You know I'mma show my ass everywhere I go
2002, close case i shot him in the face
(No surrender, me no run away)
I couldn't get at the nigga
So I made it my point to get at his bitch
Check me out, look
Up in sovereign when I saw you dancin'
Approach her from behind like do ya damn ting
She tellin' me she feelin my Jamaican accent
So I walked up by the leavy
Trying to break her back-in
She pullin' on my dreads she call me Mr lova
I'm send me love to Shabba Ranks
She call me Mr lova
We're all going on a summer holiday
Hustle in the drow, we can run the holiday
We're all going on a summer holiday
Hustle in the drow, tryna run the holiday
Might as well sag my pants everywhere I go
You know Ima show my ass everywhere I go