Kevin Gates - Khaza lyrics

Gates get the business cleared anywhere we at
Smilin' in my face
But itchin' to get me wacked
Name in his mouth bad when he
Kick it wit' other camps
Tellin' lies wit' the stamp and try
To give me the wrap
I'm in the street wit' it
You really won't be exact
Not a good gang member
The members'll probably rat
I don't trust many proficient at livin' that
I don't love women, I hit
You could get her back hang up in his face
Watch how quick he call back
Whip up at the Texaco, now
What you call that?
You in the paint, now I get in wit' you
I’m wit' all that
Shoulder strap wit' a suppressor, MAC-11
Fall back


Speakers bumpin' Omelly 'Osama Twin Lammas'
Grew up seein' violence, pull up
What's the knowledge? Got my GED
Wish I would have made it to college
Wishin' you was free
I could picture you right on 'side me
If I love you
Go to war over nothin' if it's a problem
Diamonds in the T-O-P, diamonds in the bottom
Gold mouth dog, self made, I'm a grinder
Stack paper, hit your girl later
It's a Friday you know I got a lot of
Record labels tryin' to sign me
They say if I'm a risk
It's detrimental to the profit
Beyoncé follow me on Instagram, Jigga
Watch it
Younger sister, tell her, 'Not interested'
She a bopper healthy kid, Kodak Black
Smokin' that broccoli
Bread Winners administration, I'm Luca Brasi
Everybody sleepin' on me
Finally got it poppin' wishin' I was wit' my
Children watchin' Mary Poppins
101 Dalmatians
Smokin' grass while I'm on my island
Gettin' tattooed in my kitchen
Okay 'iego wit' the heater there
Ghetto, I be strollin' 'round wit' smokers
I ain't even there
Right around the corner, got it jumpin'
You could meet me there that bad news
They was talkin' 'bout already beat me there
Comin' home to my apartment
Findin' my daughter dead
Then we put his kid in the oven
So now his daughter dead
Not a robbery, this a murder
Woke the whole house i don't go to funerals
But lean be gettin' poured out
Group home in Lake Charles, turn
Up, turn up, wait, pause
Atlanta wit' the cartel microwave, boy
Breadwinner Gang, we is mafia material
What up with Big Tony, mafia material
Hand signal
Shoutin' out the plug in the interview
My grandfather used to fuck wit'
() , I could get a few scratch the dealers
Now we go and get 'em in the inner tube
Breakin' down, distribute
My fingers steady itchin'
Y'all shootin' videos where they 'posed
Want to kill me i got 'em under the hood
The soft grade Civic
Balenciaga-rockin', but now it's all Forces
Call me what you want
Lately pullin' up in Porsches
I'm the real plug
But started out an enforcer
Failure to comply
Most likely might have to force you
Blow your brains out
The body bag or the coffin
Me and mi carnal in the Jag sippin' coffee
We don't get harassed by the
Badge where the warrant?
Never been a confidential witness
Not informant trappin' out the shop
Why you findin' this alarmin'?
I just got it in
Watch how quick it disappear
You tall and you can't dress, really
You annoyin' lil' mama better get wit' me
Before I'm out of range
Right, they got him dumb
They kinda put me in the game
Me and Dreka dealin' wit' the green
That's the only play
Five hundred mil turned out in the safe
Call Coca-Cola
They'll tell you I don't plays
Street game legend in the game, I'm a stepper
Stayed at the Polish last
Time we was together
Mazi take care of my kids when
It's up and then get messy
Cheeseburger hit, got the
() , bought the drop
The rap game fake, Kevin Gates, free the Wap
(Gucci, nigga)