Kevin Gates - Who It Is lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Love hurts but I ain't tripping Sip lean so I can't feel it Feds been on my dick lately k** a n***a if he can't zip it Full cups and stank swishers I rap different, I think different They told me stay in my lane Put on my blinker I'm a lane switcher Camo shorts and pain k**ers Wood grain gripping my Rolls Royce I wet these p**y n***as up I guess I make these hoes moist My blunt fat like Kris Kringle My kush strong like John Cena New Orleans is my lingo And my hoes they love to deep throat yea I'm so, I'm so Hollygrove If you didn't know well, now you know Got a Spanish b**h on my mattress I'm a f** her good then it's "vamonos" Got a pound of weed and a pound of coke My white girl about to overdose We'll keep shooting at a dead body n***a that's a Holy Ghost Lil Tunechi [Verse 2: Kevin Gates] Whip down brought a couple bands Jagged Smith and Wesson in my pants Street n***a yeah I love to sag All a n***a know is chase a bag Out of town meeting with the plug Conversation ended with a hug Puerto Rican flowing through my blood n***a disrespect me then it's going up By myself in everybody city Gangsta I don't need nobody with me 15 learning how to whip it 17 Church's with the chickens Dreka fine a** she be really with it Eating booty with a thumb up in her kitty Stroke her p**y while I'm s**ing on her titties No it's not important I just had to mention I took my lick I came back kept it pushing n***as be ratting on friends cause they p**y Call me Chef Kevin I know how to cook it Flash out in public don't care who be looking Die for my respect Thank the lord I'm blessed I don't get tired Never time to rest All about a bag Running up a check n***a disrespect me Coming at his neck [Verse 3: Fetty Wap] You know it ain't no one it's only you baby You know I ain't gon waste no time on you baby I'm running 'round and 'round the world with you baby You know I ain't gon waste no time on you baby YEAHHH You'll have the time of your life baby You know I ain't living right baby You'll have the time of your life baby You might baby YEAHHH [Verse 4: Kodak Black] From the ugly corner out to LA (I'm out in LA) Kodak done brought the poka out to LA (I brought the poka) Back when I was small I used to be pushing weight (when I was little) Now my pockets large 'cause I been gaining weight (I'm getting greedy) See no I'm not from NO but my n***as is (they from New Orleans) Kodak had the strap since a lil' kid (when I was small) Gonna buy my mom a house when I get filthy rich (when i get rich) Remember I used to ask my mom for 50 cents (I was broke) On them jiggas smoking kush it's always loud (I'm getting high) Now I rock designer I got money now (I'm getting fly) Now my b**hes finer I got money now (I'm getting money) I been in the streets since a lil' child (since a baby) Project baby I just bought a jaguar (just got the coupe) f** with me that n***a gonna be flat lined (he gonna be down) I still keep the poka on me all times (I keep the poka) I just want the world I think it's all mines (its all mine) [Verse 5: Lil Uzi Vert] I just went copped me a bezel yeah I f**ed your b**h in a sweater yeah She wanna kiss I don't let her yeah Walk out yo house in margielas yeah Me and Brittney in the coupe yeah 2000 dollars a tooth yeah I go so hard in the booth yeah I f** these b**hes in 2s yeah I f** these b**hes in 2s yeah They be on me like I'm glue yeah f** with Brittney Ima shoot yeah f** with Brittney Ima shoot yeah You cannot be Uzi U yeah My money old and yours new yeah Got the Goyard bag on my back watch me flex Got the Rick Owens jeans and my pockets full of racks Took your main b**h and I won't give her back Made a hundred in a day now I'm like what's next [Verse 6: Young Thug] I'm in love with my baby And I f** with my baby Got 40k all in my pocket And it's all for baby Down to ride if a n***a wanna try you It go up for my baby Cause that be my bestfriend and my slime Pour a cup for you baby And my diamonds be cold like the winter Take a look at my watch let it snow Ain't got time for these p**y lil n***as Cause my shawty got pots on the stove Ima buy a new bag every week Ima put my lil shawty in mink Cause I got a bag under the car Ima ride for my dawg what you think Ok me candy taught me cardio I'm bouto keep it tucked and tightened yo A girl that's down and tell me we gotta go We flying around from LA to Hollygrove A cup with a cup I try to told I double the cup pour that purple up Got shawty all in my perimeter I f** on that b**h on the comforter I f** on that b**h cause I love with her I f** on that baby I love with her yeah [Verse 7: Lil Yachty] I just did a show and I made a deposit I got bands flowing all out my pocket I might f** around and f** a n***a momma I got j**els all on my designer Hating a** n***as all mad cause I'm winning After 1Night the folks thought I was finished I dropped out cause I didn't like school But I'ma still make it do what it do Counting all these bands f**ing all these fans b**hes love the boat Cooler than a fan I got red hair Money in my pants Wrapped in rubber bands I'm the f**ing man [Verse 8: 21 Savage] Young savage b**h walk around with a pistol Young savage b**h and I'll shoot your f**in sister Keep the heater on me cause I never trust a n***a Slaughter gang sh**, I'll k** you with my n***as Young Savage gotta have a AK In my trunk Murder gang sh** f** with me and Ima dump I'll wet up your block and leave and you and your homies slumped Pull up in a foreign, k** a n***a with the pump f** Donald Trump b**h it's 21 I been k**ing n***as on your block since I was young I been k**ing n***as on your block cause it was fun I light up your momma crib make it look like the sun [Verse 9: Young Dolph] I pulled up in something that you probably can't pronounce I'm the king of Memphis, told my city I'll hold it down My young n***as got choppers hold more than 100 rounds Since I start moving weight I gained almost 100 pound Real street n***a in a Lamborghini With all this money in my face you can't even barely see me With all this p**y in my face I can't even barely breathe Got all this smoke up in my car got me looking Chinese [Verse 10: 2 Chainz] My outfit cost a hundred grand You want a feature? That's a hundred grand To book a show that's a chicken Should've said that's a hundred grand Yeezy told me "Stay flexing on 'em" Weezy told me "Start blasting on 'em" I done f**ed so many bad b**hes This year I had to start pa**ing on 'em I pull in the lot, my car autopark, I push it to start (Yeah) You try me like samples, I call up my goons, you get popped like a tart A hundred grand to spend time with me She lucky if she get 5 minutes Then I call her a Uber Hell nah, you ride with me [Outro: Birdman] 98 Lambs 40 paper plates 30 houses 20 cars 9 swimming pools 37 Motorola phones You understand me, playboy? We drinking GTV Rich gang, you understand me? Put some respect on my name, playboy Birdman 94 flatscreens 27 houses with garages 27 houses with 3 garages Palm trees 12 gla**es of lemonade GTV, you understand me? (bird call) Rich Gang And 3 artists, on the label, trying to sign more You understand me, playboy? All three of them, you understand me? Magno- Ms. Gladys 95 foam plates