Kevin Gates - Weight lyrics

Say old bitch ass nigga I fuck wit you
Ya heard me
He had tried to play me pussy, speak on it
You know you my nigga, ya heard me
But this how I go sometimes in the
Game that we play ya heard me
When you a boss you gotta do
Somethin' you don't wanna do

Everybody hollin' Gates you need
To watch your weight
I been standin' in the kitchen
Guess I'm watchin' weight
People hollin' Gates you need
To start workin' out
Sellin' work I'm on my grind
Guess I'm workin' out
Everybody hollin' Gates you
Been gainin' weight
I just flipped from two to five
Guess I'm gainin' weight
Girlfriends yellin' I need to be liftin' iron
Both my convictions was for pistols
Stay be liftin' iron

Black ruger, white Panamera
Won't fuck your wife in the right manner
I could lock the work with the arm and hammer
Trap girl she armed with hammers
Won't walk the Ave unless on Canal
Hit the Iberville with like 20 bells
I'm a live nigga like Lonnie B
Free Killer Stone and Lonnie B
Got Boobie Black and he ride with me
Lil D Arce my BG
Baby gangsta won't pay to spank ya
Ice pick ya knees might break ya fingers
This whip's amazin', meant to say Caucasian
With a black abrasion like Carson Daly
Car been waitin' I was just complaining
Bout Luca Brasi is fried, out his mind

Everybody hollin' Gates you need
To watch your weight
I been standin' in the kitchen
Guess I'm watchin' weight
People hollin' Gates you need
To start workin' out
Sellin' work I'm on my grind
Guess I'm workin' out
Everybody hollin' Gates you
Been gainin' weight
I just flipped from two to five
Guess I'm gainin' weight
Girlfriends yellin' I need to be liftin' iron
Both my convictions was for pistols
Stay be liftin' iron

Bread Winners Association
My jaws locked no combination
Got a hard-on in the hard top
Yo bitch whipping no conversation
Three baby mommas and a hood wife
I'm killing 'bout the whole clique this year
Tear drops in my shit this year
Ain't no pretending, your ho pretentious
I give the go, she'll float through rivers
Get coke delivered on boats my nigga
My grandmother sell dope, remember?
Lil niggas in charge
My dick won't even get hard
'Less I snort a line of that boy
Bitch I'm south side that bottom
Bitch I'm Carolina that boy, I go hard

Everybody hollin' Gates you need
To watch your weight
I been standin' in the kitchen
Guess I'm watchin' weight
People hollin' Gates you need
To start workin' out
Sellin' work I'm on my grind
Guess I'm workin' out
Everybody hollin' Gates you
Been gainin' weight
I just flipped from two to five
Guess I'm gainin' weight
Girlfriends yellin' I need to be liftin' iron
Both my convictions was for pistols
Stay be liftin' iron