Kevin Gates - I Don't Hit It With The Fork lyrics
Kevin Gates [Kevin Jerome Gilyard] Baton Rouge, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kevin Gates - I Don't Hit It With The Fork lyrics]
Call MAC100it, you heard me?
(58 present the gang)
Khaza (Deluxe) on the way, you heard me?
Out my mind right now
I don't wan' talk, bitch
Hurt people, hurt people
And I'm destroyed on the inside
I'm droppin' the raw in the jar
Watchin' it melt into oil
Same water from the boil
Bustin' a book of the soft
Ink wrap on the package
Get it in, get it off (Doo)
Breadwinner, I'm a don
Slum Lord in the slums
Grab the towel, put the towel down
Fingertip the Pyrex
Hmm, I'ma lift it with my palm
In the kitchen, I perform
I'm receivin' an applause
Trap girl lookin' on the stove cookin'
She think it's cute when I wiggle my arms
(Ayy)
General stitched in the dick in my shorts
Takin' my lick, I don't know how to talk
(I talk)
Nothing like them, I don't know what you saw
Hmm, I don't hit it with the fork
Excuse me, I'm lit
I'm collectin' my thoughts
I'm pressure and please don't
Expect me to call
Shawty bend over, she makin' it arch
I'm deep in her stomach, I'm makin' it fart
Supplyin' that lumber
She told me she love me
I go get the money, I don't get involved
Sluttie, she thuggin' with me and my dawgs
She loyal, so she 'bout to get a new car
Pop Smoke with it, real dope dealer
Know that if I give a call, then it's war
Bricks of the heroine, makin' 'em nod
Deliverin' the issue, distributing far
Soap and a book of Chyna
Turn on the blender and hit with
A zip of the tar
Sixty-three grams with two in the quarter
Lord i don't hit it with the fork
Ayy, Gates, I love you homie
You know how to make like mexicano
When I hit your boy with the knife
And his brain can't take it, you know
La Raza let's get it
Hmm, I'm a big speaker, I'm really retarded
Say I'm a big eagle
I'm cleared for departure
Switch on a bitch, get a binary trigger
But you ain't know that 'cause
You fakin' and flodgin'
Pay for the order, they crossin' the border
But shoutout to Florida, we posted in Georgia
Went to Jamaica, we hangin' with gangsta
But they thought that we went
To play in the water
Mixtape droppin', called, "I love my plug"
He love that I'm datin' his daughter
Columbian bricks in a secret compartment
Cuban cigars and a shipment of tartar
Movin' too fast, how you end up a target
Went slow, beat the show
So I move like a tortoise
Hellcat, vroom, I put it in throttle
Fresh out the car, like nothin', I'm dodgin'
Back up and rank, I'm a hell of a artist
In San Diego and I'm in a charger
Whoever wan' purchase a feature from me
It ain't free
I'm a street nigga, I gotta charge you
Whoever wan' beef with the king
To proceed you, immediately
You gon' leave in a coffin
Khaza (Deluxe) on the way, tell the label they get in the way
I'ma drop it tomorrow
No longer get in my feelings
I'm like Bryson Tiller, I'm sorry
I am not sorry big booty bitch
She wiggle that ass like Ari
Yeah, you ain't gotta extend it
Give me somethin' else to punch on
Wagwan, General
(58 present the gang)
Khaza (Deluxe) on the way, you heard me?
Out my mind right now
I don't wan' talk, bitch
Hurt people, hurt people
And I'm destroyed on the inside
I'm droppin' the raw in the jar
Watchin' it melt into oil
Same water from the boil
Bustin' a book of the soft
Ink wrap on the package
Get it in, get it off (Doo)
Breadwinner, I'm a don
Slum Lord in the slums
Grab the towel, put the towel down
Fingertip the Pyrex
Hmm, I'ma lift it with my palm
In the kitchen, I perform
I'm receivin' an applause
Trap girl lookin' on the stove cookin'
She think it's cute when I wiggle my arms
(Ayy)
General stitched in the dick in my shorts
Takin' my lick, I don't know how to talk
(I talk)
Nothing like them, I don't know what you saw
Hmm, I don't hit it with the fork
Excuse me, I'm lit
I'm collectin' my thoughts
I'm pressure and please don't
Expect me to call
Shawty bend over, she makin' it arch
I'm deep in her stomach, I'm makin' it fart
Supplyin' that lumber
She told me she love me
I go get the money, I don't get involved
Sluttie, she thuggin' with me and my dawgs
She loyal, so she 'bout to get a new car
Pop Smoke with it, real dope dealer
Know that if I give a call, then it's war
Bricks of the heroine, makin' 'em nod
Deliverin' the issue, distributing far
Soap and a book of Chyna
Turn on the blender and hit with
A zip of the tar
Sixty-three grams with two in the quarter
Lord i don't hit it with the fork
Ayy, Gates, I love you homie
You know how to make like mexicano
When I hit your boy with the knife
And his brain can't take it, you know
La Raza let's get it
Hmm, I'm a big speaker, I'm really retarded
Say I'm a big eagle
I'm cleared for departure
Switch on a bitch, get a binary trigger
But you ain't know that 'cause
You fakin' and flodgin'
Pay for the order, they crossin' the border
But shoutout to Florida, we posted in Georgia
Went to Jamaica, we hangin' with gangsta
But they thought that we went
To play in the water
Mixtape droppin', called, "I love my plug"
He love that I'm datin' his daughter
Columbian bricks in a secret compartment
Cuban cigars and a shipment of tartar
Movin' too fast, how you end up a target
Went slow, beat the show
So I move like a tortoise
Hellcat, vroom, I put it in throttle
Fresh out the car, like nothin', I'm dodgin'
Back up and rank, I'm a hell of a artist
In San Diego and I'm in a charger
Whoever wan' purchase a feature from me
It ain't free
I'm a street nigga, I gotta charge you
Whoever wan' beef with the king
To proceed you, immediately
You gon' leave in a coffin
Khaza (Deluxe) on the way, tell the label they get in the way
I'ma drop it tomorrow
No longer get in my feelings
I'm like Bryson Tiller, I'm sorry
I am not sorry big booty bitch
She wiggle that ass like Ari
Yeah, you ain't gotta extend it
Give me somethin' else to punch on
Wagwan, General