Kevin Gates - Showin' Up lyrics

Boss man, main main
Main thing want to fuck me
Boss man, main thing want to fuck me love me
Shawty love love me
Yeah

Bad bitches wanna fuck me
Yeah, yeah, shawty love
Bad bitches wanna fuck me yeah, you know
Shawty love the way I shawty love the way I
Shawty love the way I way I’m cutting up
I’ma hit the dick on you, ain’t no cuddle up
She be showin’ up
All that ass you got behind you
Slim waist, all that ass you got behind you
I mean, I mean where the fuck they find you?
Where the fuck they find you?
I’ma hit the dick on you, ain’t no cuddle up
She be showin’ up, showin’ up

Hold up, pause
Break the knob, speaker going out
Two big booty bitches, both cheeks poking out
If I feel played everybody getting robbed
This fine motherfucker corn on the cob
Listening to Three 6, slob on my knob
If I don’t know you I don’t wanna
I don’t like the vibe
Disrespect me, I’ma die, see it in my eyes
Hit my dog, hit the mall, what you did
Drop a bag
Into fashion, I ain't bragging, 450
Ate Italian got a chick
She Dominican and she half Italian
Portuguese on her, big knots going at her top
Throw some D’s on her, I’m a rich boy
I'm on top
Niggas sleep on you when you're bitch made
How can I tell my mama
She gon’ lose respect for me if I ain’t die
Bless her heart
She gon’ be upset me with me I ain’t fly
I’m retarded, I’m a dog
I’m a lil bhagyari dog pulling up
Happy meals right outside of Benihana’s
Try to drink a million
Know he really want to see me under
Muscle, no need to tussle
Hater ‘bout to see me bubble
Nigga he be want to shoot the
Shit but he ain’t saying nothing
Got around a nigga
Acting weird like he up to something
Drop 50 racks, backed back
Another nigga touched them
Game played above his shoulder
Can’t think, get the shovel

Bad bitches wanna fuck me
Yeah, yeah, shawty love
Bad bitches wanna fuck me yeah, you know
Shawty love the way I shawty love the way I
Shawty love the way I way I’m cutting up
I’ma hit the dick on you, ain’t no cuddle up
She be showin’ up
All that ass you got behind you
Slim waist, all that ass you got behind you
I mean, I mean where the fuck they find you?
Where the fuck they find you?
I’ma hit the dick on you, ain’t no cuddle up
She be showin’ up, showin’ up

Hold up, pause
Break the knob, speaker going out
Attempts at the phone
You hear your beeper going off
I just hate Kevin Gates, he be showing off
Big name, getting heavy
Horsepower on the Chevy
Money Wap, countin' Fetty, bad bitch
We together
Jugg man, another level, mansion crib
Jewelry section
18k, plain jane, Lance bought a bezel
Freak or we can fuck wherever, get 'em sis
Fuck ‘em up
All black 750 with the peanut butter guts
Who is this big fine motherfucker running up?
Pumps in the bump, booty going bumpabumpabump
Shoes on, watch me, drunk man, what the fuck
Beem, boom, beem, bam, boom, yeah, going dumb
Glock, boom boom boom, now you want to duck
You was on the gram talking tough
Now you want to hug
Hundred fifty bands on the bluff
Cuz get a cut
Moving on, better thoughts, cleaner weed
Cleaner living kitchen bags at the cleaners
Even made a cleaner killing
What he said? Fuck a nigga
I ain’t really get to hearing
Lately I been running out of
Seconds tryna get a minute
Using me a metaphor
I figured you would get the picture
Shawty bad, she a ten, blowing gas in Virgina
Express pass, had to get it
You ain’t get the picture?

Bad bitches wanna fuck me
Yeah, yeah, shawty love
Bad bitches wanna fuck me yeah, you know
Shawty love the way I shawty love the way I
Shawty love the way I way I’m cutting up
I’ma hit the dick on you, ain’t no cuddle up
She be showin’ up
All that ass you got behind you
Slim waist, all that ass you got behind you
I mean, I mean where the fuck they find you?
Where the fuck they find you?
I’ma hit the dick on you, ain’t no cuddle up
She be showin’ up, showin’ up