Kevin Gates - Weeks lyrics
Kevin Gates [Kevin Jerome Gilyard] Baton Rouge, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kevin Gates - Weeks lyrics]
I ain't took my chains off in weeks
If I tuck it, they gon' try to kill me anyway
And I'm prayin' to the god of the streets
(God of the streets)
Way too big to be discreet anyway
Hope I fly on the arms of my niggas
(Arms of my niggas)
Wonder why my heart cold
Nigga soul got the shivers
Baby, I ain't took my chains off in weeks
(Off in weeks)
Love that shit too big to be discreet
(To be discreet)
He tried to set me up in Dallas
Broke into his own car (Ha ha haha)
He not knowin' that I'm psychic
And I glow in the dark
Lied on us while in Houston
We got throwed in the cross
Sidestepping 'fore he could set me
Punch a hole in my heart (Ha)
Cold quarantine game
I looked over your flaws big god
Sellin' raw and I'm controllin' the cost
(Ugh) diamonds on my neck
That's a symbol of success
Run you up a check
You gon' die for your respect
Cautious who you entertain
They could be a threat
Out of pocket, pull up brrrr on you
Leave you somewhere stretched (Stretched)
Artificial dealers
All my visions then got clearer
I cross one in the mirror
I'm could feel it in my spirit (O oh)
I ain't took my chains off in weeks
If I tuck it, they gon' try to kill me anyway
And I'm prayin' to the god of the streets
(God of the streets)
Way too big to be discreet anyway
Hope I fly on the arms of my niggas
(Arms of my niggas)
Wonder why my heart cold
Nigga soul got the shiver
Baby, I ain't took my chains off in weeks
(Off in weeks)
Love that shit too big to be discreet
(To be discreet)
G Wag', G Wag', big bag, big bag
C note, C note
Brr-brr, so much machine smoke
Ooh only ones that ride beside me are
The ones willin' to die though
Now I keep it underwater, just let it breathe
Right there
Just got this brand new thing, grrrah
And then it exchange when the shots fired
Reportin' live with the Glock
9 by the Southside (Well, what up? Well)
Recordin' live
Bitch I'm in the studio right now
(Money 'bout) in Carolina
You could pull up on me right now
(Pull up on me right now)
We outside, yeah, ayy
Hol' up, pour up (You dig?)
I glisten hard, my earrings, dawg
This for Mazzi, Rollie
I never take my chain off (Chain off)
Never talkin', I give that
Already take your brain off (Brain off)
Quarter milli' glist'
Then I wiped it on my wrist
He be shootin' shots at Brasi but
His posture not like this, bitch
I ain't took my chains off in weeks
If I tuck it, they gon' try to kill me anyway
And I'm prayin' to the god of the streets
(God of the streets)
Way too big to be discreet anyway
Hope I fly on the arms of my niggas
(Arms of my niggas)
Wonder why my heart cold
Nigga soul got the shivers
Baby, I ain't took my chains off in weeks
(Off in weeks)
Love that shit too big to be discreet
(To be discreet)
G Wag', G Wag', big bag, big bag
C note, C note
Brr-brr, so much machine smoke
G Wag', G Wag', big bag, big bag
C note, C note
Brr-brr, so much machine smoke
If I tuck it, they gon' try to kill me anyway
And I'm prayin' to the god of the streets
(God of the streets)
Way too big to be discreet anyway
Hope I fly on the arms of my niggas
(Arms of my niggas)
Wonder why my heart cold
Nigga soul got the shivers
Baby, I ain't took my chains off in weeks
(Off in weeks)
Love that shit too big to be discreet
(To be discreet)
He tried to set me up in Dallas
Broke into his own car (Ha ha haha)
He not knowin' that I'm psychic
And I glow in the dark
Lied on us while in Houston
We got throwed in the cross
Sidestepping 'fore he could set me
Punch a hole in my heart (Ha)
Cold quarantine game
I looked over your flaws big god
Sellin' raw and I'm controllin' the cost
(Ugh) diamonds on my neck
That's a symbol of success
Run you up a check
You gon' die for your respect
Cautious who you entertain
They could be a threat
Out of pocket, pull up brrrr on you
Leave you somewhere stretched (Stretched)
Artificial dealers
All my visions then got clearer
I cross one in the mirror
I'm could feel it in my spirit (O oh)
I ain't took my chains off in weeks
If I tuck it, they gon' try to kill me anyway
And I'm prayin' to the god of the streets
(God of the streets)
Way too big to be discreet anyway
Hope I fly on the arms of my niggas
(Arms of my niggas)
Wonder why my heart cold
Nigga soul got the shiver
Baby, I ain't took my chains off in weeks
(Off in weeks)
Love that shit too big to be discreet
(To be discreet)
G Wag', G Wag', big bag, big bag
C note, C note
Brr-brr, so much machine smoke
Ooh only ones that ride beside me are
The ones willin' to die though
Now I keep it underwater, just let it breathe
Right there
Just got this brand new thing, grrrah
And then it exchange when the shots fired
Reportin' live with the Glock
9 by the Southside (Well, what up? Well)
Recordin' live
Bitch I'm in the studio right now
(Money 'bout) in Carolina
You could pull up on me right now
(Pull up on me right now)
We outside, yeah, ayy
Hol' up, pour up (You dig?)
I glisten hard, my earrings, dawg
This for Mazzi, Rollie
I never take my chain off (Chain off)
Never talkin', I give that
Already take your brain off (Brain off)
Quarter milli' glist'
Then I wiped it on my wrist
He be shootin' shots at Brasi but
His posture not like this, bitch
I ain't took my chains off in weeks
If I tuck it, they gon' try to kill me anyway
And I'm prayin' to the god of the streets
(God of the streets)
Way too big to be discreet anyway
Hope I fly on the arms of my niggas
(Arms of my niggas)
Wonder why my heart cold
Nigga soul got the shivers
Baby, I ain't took my chains off in weeks
(Off in weeks)
Love that shit too big to be discreet
(To be discreet)
G Wag', G Wag', big bag, big bag
C note, C note
Brr-brr, so much machine smoke
G Wag', G Wag', big bag, big bag
C note, C note
Brr-brr, so much machine smoke