Lyrics Kevin Gates

Kevin Gates

Glock Stay Cocked

Aim, freeze

The Glock stay cocked

Aim, freeze

The Glock stay cocked

Aim, freeze

The Glock stay cocked

Aim

I put that on my life

My hoe, my BG's in training

Fleeing from the DT's

My street getting strangled

When I'm hungry gotta have it

So the heaters don't go crazy

You know Travis, that's my nigga

You can miss me with that hating

Knowing life ain't nothing easy

So I keep one in the chamber

Be with Beezy you know me

You got a gangster

Stole my quarter bird

So I don't reason with you fakers

Ran up on the D's

And showed my teeth

And got to banging

My momma know I'm gutter

My momma know I'm strapped

She know I killed the kid

In case they try to murder back

She know Christina and Alicia

Keep my dirty gats

She know you take a shot at me

I'm sending thirty back

Gates on the muscle

Got base for a customer

Wait while I shuffle

So my cake on the up and up

I fuck with silent niggers

Hoping that they tell the truth to me

People pointing the finger

Based on how a nigga used to be

Aim, freeze

The Glock stay cocked

Aim, freeze

The Glock stay cocked

Aim, freeze

The Glock stay cocked

Aim

For my protection

Imma squeeze the fifth

Not just where my fingers at

Niggers know my altercation

Basic where I see it at

Badger me with questions

I don't answer that

Don't believe in that

Claim that you supposed to know

But ask me where I keep it in

My team like a silencer

40 get my business handled

Dirty urine samples

Got remained and had to go to jail

Money make my lawyer fight

Reduction got me out on bail

Gates be like fuck the parish

Grind up to the red light

We get apprehended

District send us to the fed life

Only words of wisdom

If you sleeping it ain't bed time

Now I'm drinking water

But my kidneys trying to piss it off

Niggas with that snitching

Get that issue when we pick em off

I can't comprehend

You talkin' reckless on that cellular

Life is too depressin'

To be stressin' on the regular

Disconnect my chirp

My cousin out in Tennessee

Standing on the block

With [?] I could sip a lot of lean

I could sip a lot of lean

I could sip a lot of lean

I could sip a lot of lean

I could sip a lot of lean

I could sip a lot of lean

I could sip a lot of lean

I could sip a lot of lean

I could sip a lot of lean

Aim, freeze

The Glock stay cocked

Aim, freeze

The Glock stay cocked

Aim, freeze

The Glock stay cocked

Aim

I just adjusted to the pressure

When your people always help you out

Niggas was your niggas

Would they really try an sell you out

Show you what my mail about

My album on a later date

Confessions of a casualty

Turn around on labor day

Now I'm out here every day

On a grind slangin' yay

Serious 'bout my Benjamins

Will stick you all in your face

Fresh in my white tee

Licking on my white teeth

Fed it through my avenue

Similar to Spike Lee

You could do the right thing

Or get hit with the night beam

Any disrespecting with my weapon

Imma slang a few

Binocular precision with the Smith n

When I aim at you

God answers prays

Always knew that I'd get straight

Even as a child

Watching Jenny Jones and Rikki Lake

Been about that action

Got a scratching for a bigger plate

Bitter with the sweet circumstances

Made be better

Learned to drop my nuts

Through taking chances made me cheddar

You see what the fuck I be talkin' about

Nigga can't even support they drug habit

But you know my drug habit

Be more than some of you niggas rent

You know what I'm saying get it right

Keep Gates name in your mouth

Emma bat the fuck out you

Aim, freeze

The Glock stay cocked

Aim, freeze

The Glock stay cocked

Aim, freeze

The Glock stay cocked

Aim