[Hook: Kevin Gates] If you get in the way, I want to clean up brigade Beat up your face No surrender, me no run away If you get in the way, I want to clean up brigade Beat up your face No surrender, me no run away [Verse 1: Kevin Gates] Last time I checked, I wasn't soft on these streets Bled and fought, win, lose, or draw on these streets Rob a seven fifty, got taught on these streets Open shopping, hotels Serve raw on these streets Jumps feel tough and the shot gun pop one Wanted me a mouth-piece but Bow Wow's got one Eatin' when they sleepin' Feedin' my aggression Ease when they be, watch them freeze under pressure Lyrically inclined I post and represent sh** no, sick flow Throw some medicine X-Macmilicon Young, black militant Cash on the stash god damn, magnificent [Pre Bridge: x2] Might as well sag my pants everywhere I go You know I'mma show my a** everywhere I go [Verse 2: Kevin Gates] 2002, close case I shot him in the face (No surrender, me no run away) I couldn't get at the n***a, so I made it my point to get at his b**h Check me out, look Up in sovereign when I saw you dancin' Approach her from behind like do ya damn ting She tellin' me she feelin my Jamaican accent So I walked up by the leavy trying to break her back-in [x2] She pullin' on my dreads she call me Mr. Lova I'm send me love to Shabba Ranks, she call me Mr. Lova We're all going on a summer holiday Hustle in the drow, we can run the holiday We're all going on a summer holiday Hustle in the drow, tryna run the holiday [Pre Bridge: x2] Might as well sag my pants everywhere I go You know Ima show my a** everywhere I go