Kevin Gates - Shit lyrics

Yeah (Oh my God, is that Avery?) out here
Yeah yeah

I don't owe a nigga shit i'm a grinder
I wasn't built to ride the bench
Forgot about my problems, I got rich
I got bitches, I got niggas
Family members on my dick
Who talk behind your back when you
Don't wanna give 'em shit
I don't owe a nigga shit
Lose the chance if you don't take the risk
I don't need no one to tell me what I'm is
I don't owe a nigga shit
Bitches gettin' pregnant
Keep you from your kids
Then complain 'bout what you haven't did
I don't owe you bitches shit

Presidential Day-Date, 18 karat plain jane
Reminiscin' times that mеals was missin'
Havin' hunger pains
Remembеr when the bitch that you was
Feelin' played a bunch of games?
Remember when them niggas lent you somethin'
And tried to stain your name?
Big body Benz say, "Dick
How you holdin' up?"
Pillow talkin' with them hoes that
I don't wanna fuck street nigga
Shout out to my niggas out in Memphis
You sneak dissin' Brasi, pussy nigga
You got titties
Posted in Atlanta, Fitness Center
In here workin' gossipin' like bitches
You lil' niggas went and got surgery
Remember that last time that you
Ain't wanna see no murder?
Remember MAC-11 Kevin? Dealer, yo
I'm servin'
Real nigga, what up? Know I like to cut up
Non-convicted felon-ass nigga
Shut the fuck up
I sent that bitch from jail
Paid his bill and got him bossed up
Villa by the water
Barber givin' me a touch-up
With the hand I'ma stand
Carbon drum up on a come up
Big bitch'll your rip stomach
Probably make you cough a lung up
Big bitch here hold a hunnid
Better pray this bitch get hung up
Bricks from Colombia delivered on
A dump truck

I don't owe a nigga shit i'm a grinder
I wasn't built to ride the bench
Forgot about my problems, I got rich
I got bitches, I got niggas
Family members on my dick
Who talk behind your back when you
Don't wanna give 'em shit
I don't owe a nigga shit
Lose the chance if you don't take the risk
I don't need no one to tell me what I'm is
I don't owe a nigga shit
Bitches gettin' pregnant
Keep you from your kids
Then complain 'bout what you haven't did
I don't owe you bitches shit

Thank God for uniforms
Lord knows I wasn't fresh
I used to wear my mama Bongo
Jeans or some dirty sweats
Dreaming 'bout that texture, swear to God
I want big rings cars with the big chains
Cigars with a sick dame
Load of clothes in the washer
Your lil' drawers still got shit stains
Nigga 'round the corner puttin' that dick
All in your bitch brains
How is she to blame? She
Just addicted to the lifestyle
Pop out, drop the top
Who not gon' let me lay that pipe down?
Pull her hair and hit her from the back
B-b-b ba yow
Gotta catch a play, I cannot stay, okay
Goodbye now
Remember when they passed by you and
Laughed while you was walkin'?
God blessed you with a swag
You got that bag, look who talkin'
Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am, you could scram
You're a toadie no one's got a name for it
Don't know what to call it
Lean by the liter, but you not a alcoholic
Say you wanna grab a dub
Why the fuck you stallin'?
Diamonds in my fuckin' teeth
I'm forever ballin'
Dior slides, Polo tees on an island flossin'
Jim Carrey, you get outta line
I got a choke ya my name Kevin and I'm home
Alone like Macaulay Culkin (Kevin)

I don't owe a nigga shit i'm a grinder
I wasn't built to ride the bench
Forgot about my problems, I got rich
I got bitches, I got niggas
Family members on my dick
Who talk behind your back when you
Don't wanna give 'em shit
I don't owe a nigga shit
Lose the chance if you don't take the risk
I don't need no one to tell me what I'm is
I don't owe a nigga shit
Bitches gettin' pregnant
Keep you from your kids
Then complain 'bout what you haven't did
I don't owe you bitches shit