Kevin Gates - Type of Way (Freestyle) lyrics
Kevin Gates [Kevin Jerome Gilyard] Baton Rouge, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kevin Gates - Type of Way Freestyle lyrics]
Been a gangsta if you gon’ do it to me
Just get it over with quick
I’m ‘a respect it
If I'm blinded by the light
You could believe I'm flossing
Got it out the mud for real
Now we’re retarded
People talking, hearing voices
They’re upset I'm balling
If you’re a killer, then on Twitter
You don’t do no talking up
South side, Baton Rouge
With a trap house in the NO
I whip down, they whipped up
I whipped out the extendo
Got seven hoes, who’re bimbos
Might play shorts with Timbos
Got a thick sum’, she’s a dime piece
We’re on round six, she’s a nympho
Hear anything ‘bout a 100 Gang
I’m ‘a cash in from a flip phone
My nuts hang, get in the lane
Like a touchdown, no end zone
Pushing me, no Pusha T
Jump out the window with Clips on
Fit's on, kicks on
Check Instagram, yo’ bitch gone
She never made this kind of love
She feels some type of way
BWA, I’m a smooth operator
Ask me why I’ve got this raw
Then I might say precaution
Different thoughts, I'm hearing voices
Catch up if I lost you
On Instagram, they like my pictures
I’ve got women stalking and I know killers
But on Twitter they don’t do no talking
Don’t rock wit’ you, won’t chop it wit’ you
You don’t even know what I'm thinking
Her other friend’s just another friend
I don’t need to know what you’re drinking
(Hell nah) retarded
Niggas ain’t loyal but might go to war
For a chick with no morals
Shawty at Onyx, I told her, I promised
That if I get time I might call her tomorrow
(What the fuck?)
Ain’t shot marbles, I'm not talking
I'm looking stupid, I’m mugging
I fell in this bitch by myself
Won't smoke wit’ yuh, like fuck yuh
Magic city for the lemon chicken
Don’t fuck with none of these devils
Wake up with you, break up with you
Won’t even feed ‘em no breakfast (Go ahead)
Heard about lil’ Kevin
Now she says her pussy’s calling out for me
It's calling out for me
The pussy’s calling on for me
It’s calling out for me
It’s calling out for me
For real!
That’s how it’s kind of been going lately
Boy, I’ve just been grinding hard
Staying out the way, you heard me
You know, I don’t think shit
‘bout no ‘nother nigga’s business
You heard me
Just get it over with quick
I’m ‘a respect it
If I'm blinded by the light
You could believe I'm flossing
Got it out the mud for real
Now we’re retarded
People talking, hearing voices
They’re upset I'm balling
If you’re a killer, then on Twitter
You don’t do no talking up
South side, Baton Rouge
With a trap house in the NO
I whip down, they whipped up
I whipped out the extendo
Got seven hoes, who’re bimbos
Might play shorts with Timbos
Got a thick sum’, she’s a dime piece
We’re on round six, she’s a nympho
Hear anything ‘bout a 100 Gang
I’m ‘a cash in from a flip phone
My nuts hang, get in the lane
Like a touchdown, no end zone
Pushing me, no Pusha T
Jump out the window with Clips on
Fit's on, kicks on
Check Instagram, yo’ bitch gone
She never made this kind of love
She feels some type of way
BWA, I’m a smooth operator
Ask me why I’ve got this raw
Then I might say precaution
Different thoughts, I'm hearing voices
Catch up if I lost you
On Instagram, they like my pictures
I’ve got women stalking and I know killers
But on Twitter they don’t do no talking
Don’t rock wit’ you, won’t chop it wit’ you
You don’t even know what I'm thinking
Her other friend’s just another friend
I don’t need to know what you’re drinking
(Hell nah) retarded
Niggas ain’t loyal but might go to war
For a chick with no morals
Shawty at Onyx, I told her, I promised
That if I get time I might call her tomorrow
(What the fuck?)
Ain’t shot marbles, I'm not talking
I'm looking stupid, I’m mugging
I fell in this bitch by myself
Won't smoke wit’ yuh, like fuck yuh
Magic city for the lemon chicken
Don’t fuck with none of these devils
Wake up with you, break up with you
Won’t even feed ‘em no breakfast (Go ahead)
Heard about lil’ Kevin
Now she says her pussy’s calling out for me
It's calling out for me
The pussy’s calling on for me
It’s calling out for me
It’s calling out for me
For real!
That’s how it’s kind of been going lately
Boy, I’ve just been grinding hard
Staying out the way, you heard me
You know, I don’t think shit
‘bout no ‘nother nigga’s business
You heard me