Kevin Gates - La Familia lyrics

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(Intro)

Man I swear to god I got some niggas out there in the street so loyal it don't make no fuckin' sense

(Hook)

That my nigga I call'em Blocka

That my bitch I call her Betty Crocker

That my brother I call him hundred

La Familia and I put that on my mama

That my nigga I call'em Blocka

That my bitch I call her Betty Crocker

That my brother I call him hundred

And I put that on my mama

(Verse)

Real nigga in the game, I know how to maintain

Rap and hustle, sell coke, bitch says the same thang

Countin' money like Shawn, big money like Dawn

Shout-out to my nigga Don Juan, got to grip the bag wit two arms

Got the weed comin' by the acres

Look like I robbed 2 farms

Jamaican cartel pull up, Fat Boy say wa gwoon

I just hit'em like whah

Still be goin' dumb

Mouth full platinum bitches askin' where I'm from

Diamonds grill just like Master P my mouth be sayin' UGHHH

16 2s 52 2s that's four bricks on a scale

And between me and ya I just got out of jail

Took my lick I ain't tell, and i know ya wish ya could be here

(Hook)

(Verse 2)

Real nigga in the game, streets say the same thing

And if I get caught again, I'm goin' to the chain gang

Not afraid to take losses, gold mouth dog we bosses

Tryna clip, oh it's gon cost ya

Ya gon' have to come take it off me

Whipped out in the foreign wit a bad bitch named Lauren

Say she use to live in California

She don't speak English and she foreign

Say her Ex-boyfriend boring

Want to drug dealer who important

Slangin' dope dick I'm retarded

Finger lickin' chicken in the trap house

Know they luv me in the neighborhood

I ain't got to hustle wit the strap out

Ion care what niggas rap about, I ain't rap about what they rap about

I'm the nigga they rap about, murders gettin' reenact out

Kickin' rocks in the crack drought, up the gat I ain't back down

(Hook)