Kevin Gates - Yes Lawd lyrics

Who? Ayy, say, dick, who you talkin' to?
Ayy, bitch, I'd dive all across
The top of your shit, bitch

I can't never go to jail
'cause I'm diplomatic with status
M&M's been comin' in like they press
And print at the factory (O oh)
Used to be sackin' sacks of the
Grass in between my classes (I did)
Tryna stretch a bag of bag 'cause
My fingertips done got ashy (Shit)
You can stuff the corners with cabbage and
Burn the tips of the plastic
Saran wrappin' zips in the kitchen
Making a sandwich
Carolina Street, I'm active, I'm posted
Controllin' traffic trap dreamin', lean
I'm pourin' while wheelin' foreigns on campus
(Vroom) how could life be boring? Got
Foreign shit on my mattress (O oh)
Camels on my farm
My children play with alpacas
Relationships get torn in case
You've been misinformed (Uh)
Once upon a time, my self-esteem wasn't on
(Uh)
Fat women I would charm, drop dick on 'em
Whip they cars (Woo)
Hide the pack inside they
Homes, in they names, activate phones
(Hello?) straight up, I got strong
Bless the child who hold his own
B-O-N, big ol' nigga, talk to me
You watch your tone
Pockets was out of pocket
But nowadays I've been clockin' (Uh, huh)
Garage like Enterprises
It's safe to say I got options
Relationship had a heartbreak
Nowadays a big driver (Woo)
Took myself out
Went shoppin' and then I forgot about it
(I did) everything in perspective, I
Know I'm special, got power
(Woo) anybody in my presence respectin'
How I be rockin' any attitude, the Uber
Maneuver you from around me
I don't need nobody
Please leave me just how you found me
(For real) tan sweats and white tees how
I be when I'm lounging
Your bitch kinda like me
Keep away 'fore I pound her (Boom, boom)
Watch her add the icing
On the stove baking brownies
I could break a brick down
Turn a bitch into ounces
Watchin' on the camera
Trappin' inside of houses (yeah)
Safety pin a nick down
Trappin' from off the couches (For real)
Watch how I put my wrist down, jumpin' back
Got it bouncin' (Huh?)
Shawty gettin' dicked down
Plot but receiving caution (What?)

Yeah, yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes
(What up?)
Y-y-yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes
(What up?)
Y-y-yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes
Lord (What up?)
Yes, Lord, yes, y-y-yes, Lord, yes
(What up? What up? What up?)
Yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes
(What up?)
Y-y-yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes
(What up?)
Y-y-yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes
Lord (What up?)
Yes, Lord, yes, y-y-yes, Lord, yes
(What up? What up? What up?)

Beaucoup rubber band getter
Only rapping what I live out (yeah)
Nina transgender on my hip
She got her dick out not into superstition
I don't listen what I hear 'bout (For what?)
They talkin' in subliminal
She tryna make me click out
Pull up by your chick house
Turn it to a click house
Catch you at the club
Punch it out and whip the stick out
God, protect me from my friends
I know he tryna get me smashed
Throwin' crosses bad behind my back
He tryna bust my ass
Necklace glisten, hustled hard for this
I had to bust my ass
Hurt to tell my children what they
Uncle tryna do they dad
Presenting outside business to my bitch
He tryna hurt my swag
Never thought this shit'd get like this
I'm 'bout to work my bag
Skrrtin' Jags, test-driving Teslas
Purchase shirts from Saks birkin bags
That was just a purse I got a worthless ex
(yeah) for certain that
Not tryna let me fuck then
What you smirkin' at?
Disperse from that, killers burstin' straps
They heard our murder raps
Servin' crack with addicts and police
Is out here lurkin' at (Woo, woo)
Slow beef'll show, the rabbit always lose
I think the turtle fast (Zoom)
Bale, I love the smell, use your head
I'm 'bout to catch a sale
Niggas know I'm yeah with the yeah
You could check the belt (Ding)
Section where they pump rocks
Rifle with the bump stock
Brand new box of baking soda
Shakin' all the clumps out
Chastisin' gremlins with the glizzy with
The switch on him brasi handlin' business
Now it's women tryna kiss on him
But back when he wasn't havin'
Looked at him like he had shit on him
Diamonds go to dancing
Would you look at all that shit on him?
I be out in public moving
Solo with that poker face (O oh)
Say he want my head, bitch
It ain't difficult to notice Gates
He know he ain't that
So he go places where he know it's safe
I run up a tab then go
Blow a bunch of racks away
I go on the ave then go
Throw a bunch of slabs away
Junkies on my ass, caught a blast
All they know is Gates (God)
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Yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes
Y-y-yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes
Y-y-yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes
Lord yes, Lord, yes, y-y-yes, Lord, yes
Yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes
Y-y-yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes
Y-y-yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes
Lord yes, Lord, yes, y-y-yes, Lord, yes