Kevin Gates

Lyrics Albums

Facts

(It recordin'?)

(Yes Lord)

(Daytrip took it to ten)

Look, facts

If you got a problem, I'm pullin' up

Strap

Big booty bitch and I'm pullin' off

Tracks

I play with them words, I play with them birds

I'm really that

I'm statin' them facts, facts, facts, facts, facts

When I'm in the kitchen, no water whippin'

Yeah, yeah, I used to trap

I threw a brick like Jordyn Woods

I cut a zip off, but right before that

Make up what I'm servin', wrist go to work

And got us some surgery, cut off the fat

I play with them words, I play with them birds

Yeah, yeah, I'm really that

Clutchin' the raw when I had a warrant

Increasing my bond, was fighting two hits

My new A&R threw me on the cross with a couple of rappers

Manoeuvred through that

My other lil' partner want 200 P's of the pressure

I'm on and I got a new batch

A lot of these niggas be hatin' on gangsta

But I'm presidential, I'm statin' them facts

If you got a problem, I'm pullin' up

Strap

Big booty bitch and I'm pullin' off

Tracks

I play with them words, I play with them birds

I'm really that

I'm statin' them

Facts, facts, facts, facts, facts

Ooh

These niggas be watchin', these women be plottin'

I'm statin' them facts, ooh

Everybody fake nowadays, these niggas be rats, ooh

I see you in public, you knowin' what up

I ain't givin' you dap, ooh

I'm statin' facts, facts, facts, facts, facts

Look

Camouflage dresser, see a hater

Side-step him, bitch bad

Body sexy, private jettin', jewellery heavy

Send it at me, you better be careful

I know how to get through the metal detector

My money I'll slam on a bitch nigga value

You guessin', I guess you ain't knowin' no better

I'm flexin', I ain't really showin' no cheddar

I take a lil' flick with a chick, I ain't throwin' no dick

And they thinkin' we goin' together

I'm overseas on a trip, not a internet nigga

Just let 'em be hoes together

I'm a big speaker, you know I'm the reverend

Preach to the streets and we got it for cheap

All this ice in my teeth and the gold on the bezel

I'm statin' them facts

Eight quarter tickets

I sprint through my digits

Every time redid a two million in racks

I done fell off and I ran it back up in a matter of months

Now I'm coolin', what's next?

You ask me for money, act like I don't got it

And then post a picture of me when I'm shoppin'

Controllin' big money I got in my pocket

I'll spend all your shit

Just pretend I don't got it

Ooh

Facts

If you got a problem, I'm pullin' up

Strap

Big booty bitch and I'm pullin' off

Tracks

I play with them words, I play with them birds

I'm really that

I'm statin' them facts, facts, facts, facts, facts

Ooh

These niggas be watchin', these women be plottin'

I'm statin' them facts, ooh

Everybody fake nowadays, these niggas be rats, ooh

I see you in public, you knowin' what up

I ain't givin' you dap, ooh

I'm statin'

Facts, facts, facts, facts, facts

Camouflage dresser, see a hater, side-step him, bitch

Facts

(Daytrip took it to ten)

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