Kevin Gates - Paid In Full (Help) lyrics
Kevin Gates [Kevin Jerome Gilyard] Baton Rouge, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kevin Gates - Paid In Full Help lyrics]
You whattup? Man what that is, love
Hey look this some of that exclusive
You heard me?
You know, this some of that, you know
Luxury ride type shit check this out
Sick man grinding hard, hard to switch lanes
Aviators, sleep-deprivated
Ain't ate in six days
Had a belief and we team never believe in me
Begin to be misleading? had the shift changed
You niggas shit brained
Cause you believe anything you see
On tv without going there
Seeing homeless, right around the corner
Hungry, starving, underprivileged
Needing garments
But'll bargain with the dealer fixing fixes
I'm a god to these niggas
God-willing I'll depart with my winnings
Play it smart or be caught up in the system
Beat the odds, odds in
My dogs seekin' a pardon
Poker stare, I wasn't playing fair
I threw my cards in
My nigga wifed a B, I treat her like trash
Thinking this ain't have to happen had
He never made me mad
I'm saying though, you like to fight?
You can fight for your life
Don't play with me
See a lot of niggas don't be knowing
I be doing real shit, ya heard me
You're now rocking with ya boy Kevin Gates
I'm just trynna be your favorite rapper
That's it
What's the point of having soldiers
If you can't use 'em?
You know the Puerto Rican kid
He be popping wheelies and shit
Sell a lot of coke, what the fuck I do, man
Nigga know wassup, I'm tryna get paid in full
Bread winner street game
Look who in the air chillin'
Flare the pistol
Now the paramedics gotta airlift him
Wings on the skull, what I tell to the judge
Not demonic but it symbolizes hell from above
Got a cell-button bug
Paper trail never budge
Assailant selling drugs
Never tell on the plug
I'm a thug, what that mean? True hustler
Under God
Took something, under arm percussion
For who harm
Muzzle swarm, no discussion concussion
Make it hard to talk
When he not thinking or walk
When he not breathing quality street music
Which targets the law beaters paw grieving
Lord please be with the
Mother of this motherfucker
Led by assumption
Only right that the metal touch you
Safe to say Kevin Gates is a motherfucker
Luca Brasi
I thank y'all for sitting
Through the lecture, you know
I love each and every one of
Y'all on a personal basis
I wouldn't say that if I ain't mean that
That mean I really do mean that
I really do mean that
Mane, what the fuck you looking
At me like that for?
Bitch what you want do something
I'm just fucking with you, thug
Now go 'head 'fore I put that
Iron on yo pussy ass
I'm out, I'm out, I'm out, thug
Hey look this some of that exclusive
You heard me?
You know, this some of that, you know
Luxury ride type shit check this out
Sick man grinding hard, hard to switch lanes
Aviators, sleep-deprivated
Ain't ate in six days
Had a belief and we team never believe in me
Begin to be misleading? had the shift changed
You niggas shit brained
Cause you believe anything you see
On tv without going there
Seeing homeless, right around the corner
Hungry, starving, underprivileged
Needing garments
But'll bargain with the dealer fixing fixes
I'm a god to these niggas
God-willing I'll depart with my winnings
Play it smart or be caught up in the system
Beat the odds, odds in
My dogs seekin' a pardon
Poker stare, I wasn't playing fair
I threw my cards in
My nigga wifed a B, I treat her like trash
Thinking this ain't have to happen had
He never made me mad
I'm saying though, you like to fight?
You can fight for your life
Don't play with me
See a lot of niggas don't be knowing
I be doing real shit, ya heard me
You're now rocking with ya boy Kevin Gates
I'm just trynna be your favorite rapper
That's it
What's the point of having soldiers
If you can't use 'em?
You know the Puerto Rican kid
He be popping wheelies and shit
Sell a lot of coke, what the fuck I do, man
Nigga know wassup, I'm tryna get paid in full
Bread winner street game
Look who in the air chillin'
Flare the pistol
Now the paramedics gotta airlift him
Wings on the skull, what I tell to the judge
Not demonic but it symbolizes hell from above
Got a cell-button bug
Paper trail never budge
Assailant selling drugs
Never tell on the plug
I'm a thug, what that mean? True hustler
Under God
Took something, under arm percussion
For who harm
Muzzle swarm, no discussion concussion
Make it hard to talk
When he not thinking or walk
When he not breathing quality street music
Which targets the law beaters paw grieving
Lord please be with the
Mother of this motherfucker
Led by assumption
Only right that the metal touch you
Safe to say Kevin Gates is a motherfucker
Luca Brasi
I thank y'all for sitting
Through the lecture, you know
I love each and every one of
Y'all on a personal basis
I wouldn't say that if I ain't mean that
That mean I really do mean that
I really do mean that
Mane, what the fuck you looking
At me like that for?
Bitch what you want do something
I'm just fucking with you, thug
Now go 'head 'fore I put that
Iron on yo pussy ass
I'm out, I'm out, I'm out, thug