Kevin Gates - Khaza lyrics
rate meGates get the business cleared anywhere we at
Smiling in my face, but itching to get me wacked
Name and his mouth bad when he kick it wit' other camps
Tellin' lies wit' the stamp andtry to give me the wrap
I'm in the street wit' it, ya really won't be exact
Not a good gang member, the members'll probably rat
I don't trust many proficient at living that
I don't love women, I heared ya could get her back
Hang up in his face, watch how quick he call back
Whip up at the Texaco, now, what ya call that?
Ya went in pain, how I get in it with ya? I'm wit' all that
Shoulder strap wit' a suppressor, MAC-11, fall back
Speakers bumping A Milli, Osama, twin llamas
Grew up seeing violence, pull up wit' the knowledge
Got my GED, wish I would have made it to college
Wishin' you was free, I could picture you right on Sammy
If I let you go to war ova nothing if it's a problem
Diamonds in the TOB, diamonds in the bottle
Gold mouth out, self made, I'm a grinder
Stack paper, hit yo girl later and surprise her
Yo, I got a lotta record labels tryna sign me
They say it from the risk, it's detrimental to the profit
Beyonce follow me on Instagram, jiggle watchin'
Younger sister tellin' not interested, she a bopper
Help to get cold ass flex smokin' that proxor
Bread winners administration, I'm Luca Brasi
Everybody sleepin' on me, finally got it poppin'
Wishin' I was with my children, watchin' Marry Poppins
100 and whatnot mentions, smoking greats while on my island
Gettin' tattooed in my kitchen, ok evo with the eater there
Ghetto I be strolling round with smokers, I ain't even there
Right or wrong, you're gonna die, then jump in, you can meet me there
That bad news, they was talkin' bout already beat me there
Coming home to my apartment, finding my daughter there
Then we put his kid in the oven, so now his daughter dead
Not a robbery, this a murder, work the whole house
I don't go to funerals, believe me, gettin' pulled out
Loop hole, Miley Chone, turn up, turn up, wait pause
Atlanta with the cartel, microwave boy
Bread winner with the gang, we is mafia material
What I would be toned it, Mafia material
Hands sing me shout, not the plug in the interview
I would find excuse to fuck with mommy, I could get a few
Packs of dealers, now we gon' get 'em in the intertube
Breakin' down, distribute, my fingers steady itchin'
I'm shootin' videos, while they possed to wanna kill me
I got 'em under the hood, this all gray Civic
Ballenciaga rocket, but now it's all forces
Tell me what you want, lately pullin' up in Porsches
I'm the real plug, but started out an enforcer
Failin' to comply, most likely might have to force ya
Blow yo brains out, the bite, the bag or the coffin
He and me cornare in the jack sippin' coffee
We don't get harassed by the badge when I walk
Neva been a confidential witness nor informant
Trappin' off the shop, why you findin' this alarming?
I just got it in, watch how quick it disappear
You tall and you can't dress, really, you annoying
Lil momma betta get with me befo I'm outta range
Write the guy and tell they gotta put me in the game
Me and Drink are dealin' with the green, that's the only play
500 mill turnt all in the safe
Call Coca-Cola, they'll tell ya I don't play shit
Street game, legend in the game, I'm a scalpel
Said that the _____(?) last time we was together
Had to take care of my kids when it's up there to get messy
Cheeseburger here, got the &_))*& bout the drop
The rapgame fake, Kevin Gates free to walk
It's the Gucci, nigga
