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Kevin Gates

Kevin Jerome Gilyard, better known by his stage name Kevin Gates, is an American rapper, singer, and entrepreneur. He is currently signed to Bread Winners' Association with a partnership with Atlantic Records. more »

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One, two, three, four, five, six
Bay hold on, you push a button
For that to come up, baby

You know I really get it
Go ask around the city
Hook up all them chickens girl don't
Ask me 'bout no tickets
Just ride, just ride, just ride just ride
Grindin' tryin' to get it
I be outchea every day
Just ride, just ride, just ride just ride
Grindin' tryin' to get it
I mean each and every day
If on the corner stores we chillin'
Pour liquor for we sippin'
This foreign car's expensive girl don't
Ask me 'bout the ticket
Just ride, just ride, just ride just ride
Grindin' tryin' to get it
I be outchea every day
Just ride, just ride, just ride just ride
Grindin' tryin' to get it
I mean each and every day

Seen shorty in at the corner store
Sixty on pump three and a white tee
Two mountain dews for these double cups
We pourin' up this Texas tea
No dark denim, these light seats
Put a towel down 'fore your jeans bleed
Hit the cellphone, look while you in there
Don't forget to grab a pack of swisher sweets
My money made, that's obsolete
I know police is watchin' me
Been a long time comin'
Sold drugs on the corner
You could smell aroma when
The doors swing open
Base so good every dope fiend know it
Get a free car wash
Could be 4 in the morning
Maybe 5 in the morning
On the highway twistin'
We rollin' up sticky
She rollin' down windows
Bout the business in a different
Way of livin' every day
Showing interest in the difference
In the pen I don't play
Buddah club, we pullin' up
This whip could parallel park it'self
Heat chain protector, motion detectors
New car alarm, the car guard it'self
My partner text me HTD
Which to lame people means hard to death

Highed up, low key, push button start, no key
Ho roll up
Na on second thought break them trees up
Cause I'm not sure that you gon'
Roll one as cold as me i was shown by G's
Forgiatos on my auto it's a
Car show on my street
It's a car show on my lawn and
All them cars belong to me
I'mma a don, I'mma dog
I'm like drugs on these beats
She get high from my rhymes then
She chase it with some E
Or, she be chasin' me cause
I be chasin' cheese had the drive to buy
All the shit I seen in magazines i was 5
Pictures of Ferraris and Lamborghinis
On my wall now if I wanna see one I
Just step in my garage

For my niggas in the pen I go hard sometime
White and red whip like a Marlboro sign
Put my arm on the line
'nother out of state trip
God blessed me in and out of 8 whips
4 or 5 am and my eyes stay bent
I do not do sleep, but I do blow lamps
Alloy rim with the bulletproof tints
Say they don't like me, see me ain't do shit
I could think on them, no time for it
? around me, he dyin' for it
Flood the game, new truck comin'
Move a lot of work, don't touch nothin'
Bred when the Mafia fly
Most likely to try, run the opposite side
What that mean, just bought me a graveyard
I ain't gotta pay y'all when somebody die
Pourin' out liquor for my kids, me I miss 'em
Never had a destination
Ridin' 'round the city
Adrenaline'll build up while I'm
Listenin' to Twista aim on your brain
Blow your feelin's on the fender
Think under your chin if I
Really pull the trigger
Everything you thinkin' 'bout to end
Up on the ceilin'
Ridin' with a bitch I DM'd off twitter
Hook up on chickens, bitch is you silly?
I am ridiculous

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