Die Bout It - Kevin Gates

Til' the paddywagon pull up and cuff us
My pants saggin', I'm double cup
Southside, hustle inside, hustle outside, I don't give a f_ck
I might beam ya up, you won't get it up
You wanna shoot dice, we could do somethin'
In the club with like 30 bands, going hard til' like 2 somethin'
Go live on em, hit vibes on em
N_ggas lie bout it, I'm fly on em
My lil' n_ggas, on my corner, they rap too, they trap too
Pull up broad day, you know the raw way
With the rod play, bap-ap you
Lil' Mocha said and Dearcy, Beeto and Brian just called me
Uptown Beezy, lil' Jeremy nook in my brother sprite no talkin'
Bring yappas out, pass by your house, December feelin' like August
Pullin' up on murder street, my uncles clutchin' revolvers
Hear anything about Hollis Green, you play with that, I'm gon' off ya
20 years in, rap hustlin', got in the game I'm hawkin'
Audemars, I'm ballin', b_tch you love, I'm doggin'
Last old lady, took my feelings like Soulja Slim, no fallin'
She thinking she special, paid her, told her get to stepping, retawdid'!

I ain't got sh_t to do but cook like I was from Virginia
These n_ggas lyin' in they rhymes, you could stop pretending
My pants saggin' in this b_tch, don't give a f_ck who feel me
And if you disrespect me n_gga, you gon' have to kill me
B_tch, I'mma die bout it
N_gga, I'mma die bout it
I'm from where n_ggas get it on
We don't cry bout it
You say a n_gga disrespect you, n_gga ride bout it
I know some p_ssy n_ggas scared, probably hide bout it

Faggot throwing water at the event at my show
Catch him on the rebound I wanna see if could catch what I throw
Look 20, bands, 30, bands, 40, bands, 50, bands
Get 'em captured, get 'em splattered
All in traffic, bout that action
Yea it's, up there, up there, up there
Did a, shut up, give a, f_ck there
We'll come up there
N_ggas from where I come up at
Taught to up that
Shoot to kill, don't discuss that
Done that, f_ck that, f_ck that, f_ck that
Breath easy, this street sweeper go "Hree-hree!"
And delete people
Taking pictures all in front my car, is like d_ck-puller, I mean meat-beater
I met your mom, you had a good life
I f_ck with your dawg, I don't f_ck with you
As soon as that n_gga went to jail you start doin' sh_t that a busta do
You don't know how to keep it street, reason why?
You not a street n_gga
My uncle, mama, grandmother, thuggin'
Grew up in the street, real street n_gga
Not a local rapper in your own city, boy you look disgusting
You lil' ugly, black, dirty, dusty, dingy
Pockets empty, mouth look like a place a toothbrush never entered
Young Get 'Em!

I ain't got sh_t to do but cook like I was from Virginia
These n_ggas lyin' in they rhymes, you could stop pretending
My pants saggin' in this b_tch, don't give a f_ck who feel me
And if you disrespect me n_gga, you gon' have to kill me
B_tch, I'mma die bout it
N_gga, I'mma die bout it
I'm from where n_ggas get it on
We don't cry bout it
You say a n_gga disrespect you, n_gga ride bout it
I know some p_ssy n_ggas scared, probably hide bout it

Me and Stroke by myself, you know we in a black coupe thang, you heard me?
Me and Stroke down there thuggin' by ourself
You know we just, yeah all in that b_tch, retawdid
You know, n_gga ain't tell us nothin', you heard me?
You know every time I see that lil' b_tch, he dont't move by himself
He got a whole lil' entourage and sh_t you heard me?
That's a sign of weakness
You know a real 'vic will sit back, and look a n_gga just like weakness
I ain't takin' no diss shots at no n_gga man, I'm just statin' them facts you heard me
N_gga ain't kept it street, I spoke about it, n_gga caught feelings like a b_tch would do, you heard me?
So, I just know that when you do a b_tch, you just yeah
Look, go do what you want to, you's a renegade ho
The worst thing you can give any n_gga or b_tch is rejection
You know hoes love attention
You ain't got to have a p_ssy to be a ho
A ho is somebody that just want attention from another man
They got a lot of hoes with d_cks, outchea
Right now, you know me keep that thang all the way street
You know I be listening at these n_ggas talk
Mane you ain't gangsta, you ain't gutta, you ain't grimy, you ain't shinin', you ain't grindin'
Look I'mma leave that there what it is
Look, B.W.A
Kevin Gates For President
All the way retawdid'!

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