Kevin Gates - Therapy Shit 4 lyrics

Rippa on the beat, bitch
Ayy, my sister right here
Ayy, Kita, what we tell them hoes?
Ayy, ayy, hey dJ Swift on the track

You ain't gotta love me, baby
What I tell hoes
Go to trippin', I'ma buy me some Chanel, ho
Then I'ma rock this shit in
Front you on a sailboat
Hit the 'Gram, go to flexin' from a cellphone
Independent big girl and she
Got her own apartment
Every night she set the mood and
She don't like to argue
A lot of bad bitches still
Livin' with they mama
A lot of bad bitches still
Livin' with they mama
A lot of bad bitches still
Livin' with they mama
A lot of bad bitches still
Livin' with they mama
I do it, I stick it, I stick it, I do it
Suppressor, I'm pressure, but this is an Uzi
I fuck with lil' Britney and
Shout out lil' Scooby
It's up there, I'm ign'ant, stop talkin'
Let's do it word around town
I'm with another nigga bitch
Gotta be a lie, I'm busy dealin' with my kids
You love your ho then cuff her
Fuck what other niggas think
Her bootyhole retarded, pussy good
Her mouth the same
She know that we beefin' and
She started runnin' game
She know we ain't speaking
Can't get caught up in her ways
Squash her from behind, got her hollerin'
That's on gang
Slap her nine times, royal ride
What you think? Said free my nigga Malucci
White toe, headband, it's Gucci
Before they started twerking they used
To pop the coochie
Before you started rapping
You weren't gangster, you was pussy
You know you scared, uh, hold up
There go OG Boobie i'm runnin' the bread up
I got Huli right here coolin'
Controlling me, yeah love
I got shooters who got shooters
Exposing a real nigga
That's some shit that we not doin'
We hide the flaws of our brother
Go ask Ralo how we movin'
OG Ken drop me off
I just jump out and go stupid
One way, the dumb way
I think y'all know how we do it
I'm paying luxury tax, you know, yeah
I can't relax
I'm on the phone with Gucci Mane, "Gato
Vato need you in the back"
I'm in the building, we can relax
Baby come near me, Dreka be strapped
We got some children, they gon' be strapped
Say you wan' kill me, nigga, what's happ'?
I got the Urkel goggles on
I've been flexing on my phone
Hold up, nigga, watch your tone
What the fuck is you on?
Big boom from the shoulder
Big boom with some chrome
Dude thought he was in power
Got removed from his throne
Bitch, I'm pressure on my end
I'm pressure on my end
I'm pressure on my end
I'm pressure on my end
Bitch, I'm pressure on my end
I'm pressure on my end
Bitch, I'm pressure on my end
I'm pressure on my end
I forgot what I was saying, retarded
When I walk in the room
You can't tell I'm ready to die
Man? What's happening with you?
Rockin' a shirt with a collar, I got it
We up
I feel like you wasted my time and we up
Jump in your shit, got a problem, what's up?
You think I don't got it, I'm 'bout it
What's up? You know how I'm rockin'
You know I don't bluff
Walkin' you down, I'll stand in your guts
I do not care if my brother cut up
Meant to say public, it must be the crush

Anybody that knows me
If you've ever been around me
Or ever had the opportunity to be
Blessed to be in my presence
I'm upright, independent
And fearless at all times
I don't engage in no bullshit
I mean, unless it's with my lil' team
You know, other than that, you know
All relationships are circumstantial to me
I'm pressure

Jump in the dashboard, I'm thuggin'
I'm playin' Rover
I still was sufferin' internally
Whenever you came over
You told me whatever decision I make
That we would remain closer
But you kinda changed over
Just try to remain sober
Kick dirt on my name, I maintain
Then I stay focused
They get on Instagram and take shots at me
Thinkin' I ain't noticed
I got a thing on top my neck
It got a brain on it (It do)
I got a thing inside my chest
It got some stains on it (I do)
I hit the shower, go work out
And I don't think on it
You draw your sword, get met with force
You can bank on it
I'm Uptown in a Porsche, got my name on it
On South 12th, but of course
Got my name on it
On Carolina and on Alice, got my name on it
Go ask Lil Derrick on Saint Joseph
Got my name on it
Pressure on my end, now it's time to wild out
We don't do no drive-bys
We spin through and we hop out
(Jump straight out and run them bitches, all)