Lyrics Kevin Gates

Kevin Gates

La Familia

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

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 momma

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 momma

Real nigga in the game, I know how to maintain

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

Counting money like Shawn, big money like Dawn

Shout-out to my nigga Don Juan, gotta grip the bag with 2 arms

Got the weed coming by the acres

Look like I robbed 2 farms

Jamaican cartel pull up, fat bwoy say wahh gwaan

I just hit'em like whaaah

Still be going dumb

Mouth full platinum bitches asking where I'm from

Diamonds grill just like Master P my mouth be saying ughhh

16 2s 52 2s thats four bricks on a scale

And between me and you I just got out of jail

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

That my nigga I call'em Blacko

That my bitch I call her Betty Crocker

That my brother I call him hundred

La Familia and I put that on my momma

That my nigga I call'em Blacko

That my bitch I call her Betty Crocker

That my brother I call him hundred

And I put that on my momma

Real nigga in the game, streets say the same thang

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

Not afraid to take losses, gold mouth dawg we bosses

Trying to clip, ohh its gon cost ya

You gon have to come take it off me

Whipped out in the foreign with 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

Wanna drug dealer who important

Slanging dope dick I'm retarded

Finger licking chicken in the trap house

Know they love me in the neighborhood

I ain't gotta hustle with 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 getting reenact out

Kicking rocks in the crack drought

Up the gat I ain't back down

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 momma

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 momma