Lyrics Kevin Gates

Kevin Gates

Wylin'

See me flash on TV channels (Never throw the towel in)

People passing, keep harassing (Asking what my style is

Just go grab some rubber-bands and watch this money pile in

Got two freaks that's super nasty, everybody's wylin'

See me flash on TV channels (Never throw the towel in)

People passing, keep harassing (Asking what my style is

Just go grab some rubber-bands and watch this money pile in

Got two freaks that's super nasty, everybody's wylin'

Jump the brick the 55, Luca Brasi in rack mode

Drove a bucket, went from a Cutlass, to slamming Lac' doors

Shoes dusty, smell a little musty, I'm dressing bummy

Sad but touching, now when I'm shopping everything on the rack gone

Shawty here in front me, and she ain't much got a back bone

In two different lanes, live everything in my rap songs

Chat with other rappers and not too many done handled

They talented, for example, and more than half ain't done clapped chrome

Get your flap gone, for slipping, moving your flap wrong

All day I dream about stacks, bricks with stamps on

Trap-phone, Boost Mobile chirp alert with the gat on

On-side of me as if into pornography with a strap-on

Never throw the towel

Women steady gettin' wild

Cashmere ostrich interior, ? on the ground

While my head is in the clouds, blowing loud by the pound

Eatin' crab cakes with your main line, in my hood it's goin' down

All they know is Kevin Gates

I wish you would get in the way

Through my section Willie Harry, with a weapon in my waist

My lil' Juvie jumpin' rope, before I left and did a bid

Used to watch her while I hustled, she would sing with her lil' friends

They like "See that house on top of that hill, that's just where my boyfriend live"

That Phantom and that Corvette his, his watch cost a few mortgages

If you don't know what a Corvette is, I can show you what retawdid' is

Free Lee Lucas, clutching rulers, no solution, hard to kill