Kevin Gates - Neva Land (I’m In the H Witt It) lyrics

Yeah

I really got a spaceship in my crib
I could get you so high
You'll never wanna land
I could get you so high
You'll never wanna land
I could take you to Neverland
I could take you to Neverland

Big boy shit, smokin' gas on a oil rig
Stupid smokin' rollin'‚ big bags
Like a ball field
Stupid loaded‚ really big strap‚
Stand on all ten
She was choosin' on the chosen one
My bitch is all ears listen, don't know no
Talkin'‚ stressin' right now and I'm so lost
Gears been slippin' inside the transmission
Repairs expensive, just invoiced
18 wheeler can't make the delivery
Driver gon' call you, don't doze off
Encountered some problems‚ the got a shoppin'
And I'm droppin' a load off
I got a Jewish lawyer
He on standby for the fun of it
In Chicago, done a little time
Now I'm done wit' it
In the trenches, caught a gun charge
Now it's over wit'
All praise to Allah, got it over wit'
I'll be your bodyguard
I never wish to leave your arms
Cellphone ringin', cut the ringer off
Please don't be alarmed
Love to see you naked
Please don't lead me on
I'll be a rider for you bae

Can we go now in the room? Can we go now?
I could get you so high
You'll never wanna land
Can we go now in the room? Can we go now?
I could fuck you so hard
You'll never wanna stand (Huh)
I could take you to Neverland
I could take you to Neverland
I could take you to Neverland
I could fuck you so hard
You'll never wanna stand

Yes I can, yes I can, I write checks
I got bands i got bricks on demand and I
Just switched on their ass
Private jets, 'bout to land, takin' trips
Comin' back i see the women fall out when
I let 'em touch my hand
(Cardiac arrest) For real
(Cardiac arrest) For real
I say the women fall out when
I let 'em touch my hand actin' bad, yes I am
In your feelings, why you mad?
Get a G, drop a square
Fuck wit' me, we could share
I'ma dog, what the hell?
Lick your booty, ain't no smell
Your lil' pussy taste like water
Make it fart, I pull your hair
Smack your ass, smack, smack your ass
Your lil' nasty ass
In the mirror, got you takin' back
Your lil' sexy ass
Shawty bad, I can't run behind you
I got too much class
Shawty bad but I can't run behind you
I got too much class
Smack your ass, smack, smack your ass
Your lil' nasty ass
Shawty bad but I can't run behind you
I got too much class

Cardiac arrest, we go all night long, oh yeah
And we go all night long Lord
Cardiac arrest, and we go all night long
Lord yeah and we go all night long Lord
Cardiac arrest, and we go all night long
Yeah and we go all night long, yeah
And cardiac arrest, and we go hard all night
Cardiac arrest, and we go hard all night
We go hard all night
Cardiac arrest, we go hard all night
We go hard all night
Cardiac arrest, and we go hard all night
Lord yeah
Cardiac arrest, and we go hard all night Lord
Cardiac arrest, and we go hard all night
We go hard all night, yeah
Cardiac arrest, and we go hard all night
Lord yeah and we go hard all night