Kevin Gates - Die bout it lyrics

Till a patted wagon pull up and coffles my My pants second I'm double cup South side hustle inside Hustle outside I don't give a f** I might be up you won't get it up You won't show dice with a deuce at me In the club are like 30 bands Going hard till I prove something Going lie on him he vibes on him n******gs lie up on it I'm fly up on him My lid n******gs on my corner They rap too they trap too Pull up all day you know the roll way With a road play bap bap you Beat so unbrand just call me sponsored links Uptown beveling Jerry look at my Brother's spike no talking Bring alders on pa** by your house Symbol feeling like August Pulling up on murder street My uncle's clutching revolvers Hear anything about how this feel You play with that I'll be off it Pull the years in rap person got in the game All the more I'm dullin b**h you know I'm bulking Lay us all late Slip my feeling like solider She thinking she special Paid her told her get the step and recall it I ain't got sh** to do but cook her like I was from the jail These n******gs lying in their rhyme You can stop pretending My past sagging in this b**h Don't give a f** who feel me And if you disrespect me n******g You gonna have to k** me b**h Imma die about it n******g Imma die about it I'm form where n******gs get it on We don't cry about it You say our n******g disrespect you n******g write about it I know some pissy n******g scared Probably ripe off it I get thrown water at the end of my show Catch him o a rebound....what I throw 20 bands 30 bands 40 bands 50 bands Get'em captured, get'em splattered Pull the traffic bought that action Up there up there Little shuttle give a f** n******gs fall where I come up to talk that sh** Shoot to k** don't discuss that Done that f** that f** that f** that... Take a picture from my car I mean dick puller meat beater I met yo mom you had a good life I f** with yo dog I don't f** with you Soon as dead n******g went to jail You start doing things that a busta do You don't know how to keep the street Reason why? You not s street n******g My awkward mama grandmother thugging In the streat real street n******g Boy you look disgusting You look ugly plain dirty dusty dingy ... I ain't got sh** to do but cook her like I was from the jail These n******gs lying in their rhyme You can stop pretending My past sagging in this b**h Don't give a f** who feel me And if you disrespect me n******g You gonna have to k** me b**h Imma die about it n******g Imma die about it I'm form where n******gs get it on We don't cry about it You say our n******g disrespect you n******g write about it I know some pissy n******g scared Probably ripe off it Me a stroke and a car by myself You know we just there holding in Me a stroke and a car by myself You know we just there holding in You know n******g I was telling it was nothing So now I say my sidling b**h You know you whole move by yourself I hold the entourage into yearn That's a sign of weakness You know a real Vic will sit back and look at n******gs That look like weakness I ain't taking no distrust n******g man I'm just staying on fate n******g I keep the street I talk about n******g caught feelings What a b**h would do I keep her so Just know that what you do a b**h Go do what you want to Use a renegade The worst thing you can get in a n******g hard b**h Is rejection And the hoes love attention You ain't got to have a p**y to be a hoe A hoe is just somebody that want attention from another man n******g a lot of hoes with dicks out here Right now you know me Keep that thing all the way street n******g I'll be listening to these n******gs talk my game Grinding in shining grinding in Kevin Gates for president all the way