I'm Mister Gates Come to makin' this cake Ask ya father, dope harder than paper mache Bet maybe on the Lakers up ya tazer I'mma waste ya if you painin' seekin' trainin' with this game then I'mma lace ya I been in and out the cater, Adidas with the laces Front seat at the races, misplacing of my bracelet but I'm sayin' I am not pickin' for different roles I'm not kiddin', you kiddin'? I'm like a ten-year-old I got my winter clothes Couple track jackets, and the hats match it Glock 40 this is black magic Equipped with black talons, heavy metal this is Black Sabbath Just the devil, convicted felon, if you cats askin' (?) kitchen Derek Fisher me and Ron Chapman Made em' miss, then I made assist, now we drawin' backwards The percentage cost a bigger penny, very small fabric I'm just givin' you the 4-11, with a tall mattress Dvsn “If I Get Caught” (Live Performance) | Open Mic Dvsn “If I Get Caught” (Live Performance) | Open Mic [Hook] Nigga grind all night till the daylight comin' up All my life, they said he's not one of us But he thinks nothin' when the cheese keeps doublin' and the weed I'm puffin' all the lean I'm guzzlin' [Verse 2] Brains hit Watchin' the soaps Got it like, iPhone got a camera she gon' ride the pipe If not that then watch back, tell her kind to hike Get ya clothes, hit the road, and they think I'm polite G-Shock Spike Lee, diver's watch Full throttle, same kind that MacGyver got I drive a lot (Wait) Hold up I'm hungry, chicken sandwich no honey mustard with onions on it Won't get embarrassed come run upon it my youngins on you Trip and head stand on ends, like Coolio Tool a cut off front of your face, look like a booty-hole Take for instance, you ain't makin' the right amount Words on the bird you break in somebody house Somebody say they was present when they was makin' the count And you got a couple of minutes cause they out makin' they route So you walk into a trap and they end up takin' you out
remeber back in da day in the streets as a kid, big ballin wit mi kinfolk watchin tv's and flix, always pullin up in sumthin clean and rockin new fits, bustin the lastest shoes and rockin new whips, not no mo cuz ni tht im big, i need me a gig, mi grandad just died now i need me a cig, niggaz thank this reafers best but this just lionel's max, im takin niggaz titles like i work at title max, green weed brown rello and mi riffle black, treat every song like its mi fuckin final track, niggaz run up n give it they best try, bitch im smokin blue and yellow u can call it best buy, call me a holster bit i keep chest fyi, my verses from God they make ppl chestize, feel like im goin in a circles like the letter C, got yo bitch goin three ways like the letter E, niggaz be tryin to ask about mi property, niggaz swear they the truth but bitch imma prophecy, niggaz swear they hustle but aint doin shit thts profiting, man sum one give me scooter number i need a street lottery.....Reaper Da Don
Hit the bando all night 'Til the neighbors ask why I'm up Down for so long, all I'm thinking 'bout is coming up Girls steady lying and my niggas steady changing up Gotta do something right 'cause I'm always fucking up Now I done seen a lot of shit when I was coming up Every day a struggle so I hustle just to run it up Looked at my friends and I seen they was fake as fuck To keep it real, I ain't lying, I ain't got no trust [Verse] How can you have the audacity, for to come at me how you did Hustlin' and gettin' it in, stacking up malondins Mind said I'm the business So I'm schemin' hittin' licks Coming up, ain't had shit I just wanna be rich Posted on Rosevelt, right where Von got hit Ms. Reeda asking for a hit, but I ain't frontin’ her shit I throw shade back a 20, know he gon' pay me my shit At the table teaching me how to speak Jamaican and shit Walk to Maryland, Lil E was getting into it with his bitch Plus I fell off with Kevin 'cause he acts like a bitch Got the .223 from J Boy just to go split his shit But I can't do it, that's my blood and I got love for the bitch Nigga he be with counterfeit Now we at Copper Ridge He walk out his apartment and we splitting his wig Back to the basic, getting money, you get 3 from the 6 Two in the morning at the bando and I still ain't go in
Start on :23 All my life i been doing everything right. And on my mind they tellin me you aint gonna shine. Been fighting with my step dad since i was 5. real dad told you gonna just be alright. No decisions on who missin wit. Even with perscriptions they messed wit it. My life i been a guest in it. I did it , did that, did this. My mans keep tellin did you hit it. I said fuck that.
Late nite hype I earnd my stripes in dis bitch Sacrifice my life fa da shit Big bluntz fulla purp Double cup fulla dirt Whip fulla work dawg i ain't stop for nun Fully loaded bitch we strapped plus da choppa in da trunk On my savage gettin buck Pull up on a opp leave em damaged wit da pump Gettin money numba one If you come between us u get splattered wit da chunk Recognize where I'm from I ain't playin wit u punks Flame city play for keeps If I ain't grindin den I'm sleep Bitch I got it out da mud Lost alot up in deez street
Just woke up went brush my teeth maybe later on I’ll go get sumn to eat I don’t know how you bitches think of me But I know I got to do what I got to do to be the best of me Y’all think y’all can take on the rest of me but I hear god calling he finna get started to blessing me so don’t get to testing me
I like how you calling my name so don’t start to being lame and give me brain that you know I like she do it so easy like riding a bike or maybe like taking a hike or like fucking a dike
Dub me a dubble -grab me a Bootle -before nine- and pick it up/ harsh Brown like hash on the skillet- Brown tasting golden in minutes heavy starch on the pipe straight -on the Middleton class- best average kind bastard -plastic saves the time -in and the wave out- she be cool for the minute next 2 -she working her nerves/ rubbing her ears trying to render- the tax sales and business entry infantry fax- receipts - no loose bets just minutes that fail -and never pause when I'm gambling- ah thats a got damn thang - horse play on the polo pants hickory sticky jeans and a bib on the waste/ stacks smoking while my token -rolling up/ exhale relief like my wrist got aim straight to the pile change me in like your reason -finna grow mine/ odds to you winning- keep the gin dry/ you a sober mood still moody/ I'm a grown bar taste -so strong it's a body/ swinging in the dance hall away ball room - twin wett bubble chest and Victoria wake up- secret got them bands in it/ rich spreed wrisky business im the winner- on the other line click back to quick- conversation got her roommate post moan on the wall shaking -while she tease stripping - she got dimps in her thigh -and the irrational liquor on her breathe. #Punch lines Fellas Major Boi the artist
These niggas soft as wet tissue , Stolen hot scrapped pistol , Body's filled with led but no pincel , You want beef we making burgers no pickles , Casket and clothes waiting to see what fit you , You my round this it's fine e you get a dime for a nickel , 6 keys in the slab steady riding like I'm patrolling, she gave me the keys I drive the hip like it's stolen Pockets pudgy and they poking , Dropping bomb like lotus , Interfere with me when I've been chosen , Nerves kinda bad so I'm lighting up a stogie Eating out a can help me be a man , I don't need no helping hand , Work white but got Hella tan , Drive yo bih off the bridge like hi my name it's stand fooling round with the bands that's my bag no bad battery acid on the fatality , Who is he I don't remember I took too many Zans transam from Japan they telling me to , back out the game but it's funny they don't understand do the Richard Cunningham ,
I was in my momma room 9 years old making raps had to fall back because my niggas get u clapped u hear dat poo poo poo feel pressure on yo back two fall back because my niggas get u clapped u hear dat poo poo poo feel pressure on yo back two loaded I can't tell where I'm at we inda wrong side damn we back to da trap dat money bag chasr da check where I'm at now see if I go broke I'ma be the richest outta sac
I look over to my left dam is a bad bitch grip my pole she looking down back to u baby looking classic and my brotha can't miss out told her u got a friend back to my life shi I been cool ion need no friends niggas act all hard when dat crowd behind knowing dam well one one u changing yo mind dis earth twisted you will never know some niggas intentions been doing drugs so I'm sorry if I'm being lil distant
![Kevin Gates - 2 Phones [Official Music Video]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/oiY_iKSpWLM/mqdefault.jpg)
I'm Mister Gates
Come to makin' this cake
Ask ya father, dope harder than paper mache
Bet maybe on the Lakers up ya tazer I'mma waste ya if you painin' seekin' trainin' with this game then I'mma lace ya
I been in and out the cater, Adidas with the laces
Front seat at the races, misplacing of my bracelet but I'm sayin'
I am not pickin' for different roles
I'm not kiddin', you kiddin'? I'm like a ten-year-old
I got my winter clothes
Couple track jackets, and the hats match it
Glock 40 this is black magic
Equipped with black talons, heavy metal this is Black Sabbath
Just the devil, convicted felon, if you cats askin'
(?) kitchen Derek Fisher me and Ron Chapman
Made em' miss, then I made assist, now we drawin' backwards
The percentage cost a bigger penny, very small fabric
I'm just givin' you the 4-11, with a tall mattress
Dvsn “If I Get Caught” (Live Performance) | Open Mic
Dvsn “If I Get Caught” (Live Performance) | Open Mic
[Hook]
Nigga grind all night till the daylight comin' up
All my life, they said he's not one of us
But he thinks nothin' when the cheese keeps doublin' and the weed I'm puffin' all the lean I'm guzzlin'
[Verse 2]
Brains hit
Watchin' the soaps
Got it like, iPhone got a camera she gon' ride the pipe
If not that then watch back, tell her kind to hike
Get ya clothes, hit the road, and they think I'm polite
G-Shock Spike Lee, diver's watch
Full throttle, same kind that MacGyver got
I drive a lot (Wait)
Hold up I'm hungry, chicken sandwich no honey mustard with onions on it
Won't get embarrassed come run upon it my youngins on you
Trip and head stand on ends, like Coolio
Tool a cut off front of your face, look like a booty-hole
Take for instance, you ain't makin' the right amount
Words on the bird you break in somebody house
Somebody say they was present when they was makin' the count
And you got a couple of minutes cause they out makin' they route
So you walk into a trap and they end up takin' you out
Youngboy Killed This
glotiggy300 would’ve never known till you told me
@@Flyvito damn but its fire aint it
Kevin gates keep doin ya thang... u one of my favorite artistsout here
This beat eatin
ayyy man could you do me the biggest favor and do Lay My Life Down Instrumental PLEASEEEEEEE
Can you make a remake of Kevin gates posed to be in love
Some more gates
remeber back in da day in the streets as a kid, big ballin wit mi kinfolk watchin tv's and flix, always pullin up in sumthin clean and rockin new fits, bustin the lastest shoes and rockin new whips, not no mo cuz ni tht im big, i need me a gig, mi grandad just died now i need me a cig, niggaz thank this reafers best but this just lionel's max, im takin niggaz titles like i work at title max, green weed brown rello and mi riffle black, treat every song like its mi fuckin final track, niggaz run up n give it they best try, bitch im smokin blue and yellow u can call it best buy, call me a holster bit i keep chest fyi, my verses from God they make ppl chestize, feel like im goin in a circles like the letter C, got yo bitch goin three ways like the letter E, niggaz be tryin to ask about mi property, niggaz swear they the truth but bitch imma prophecy, niggaz swear they hustle but aint doin shit thts profiting, man sum one give me scooter number i need a street lottery.....Reaper Da Don
yo u killed dat shit 😂😂👌
Sometimes I be having to take a walk get out my face before I start know I'm ignorant wen im pissed off
THAT SHIT BUMBIN
Make a smiling faces instrumental I know a couple gates songs that need instrumentals
How do u start a lyrical flow sir I’m asking for a friend
can u make that here ye? by pharell and t.i
I'm tha truth......comin soon!!
Do the way I am by Kevin gates
i gas da Instrumental
Can you majeure instrumental to love you by kevin gates? Such a dope beat
Can i use this ?
Hit the bando all night
'Til the neighbors ask why I'm up
Down for so long, all I'm thinking 'bout is coming up
Girls steady lying and my niggas steady changing up
Gotta do something right 'cause I'm always fucking up
Now I done seen a lot of shit when I was coming up
Every day a struggle so I hustle just to run it up
Looked at my friends and I seen they was fake as fuck
To keep it real, I ain't lying, I ain't got no trust
[Verse]
How can you have the audacity, for to come at me how you did
Hustlin' and gettin' it in, stacking up malondins
Mind said I'm the business
So I'm schemin' hittin' licks
Coming up, ain't had shit
I just wanna be rich
Posted on Rosevelt, right where Von got hit
Ms. Reeda asking for a hit, but I ain't frontin’ her shit
I throw shade back a 20, know he gon' pay me my shit
At the table teaching me how to speak Jamaican and shit
Walk to Maryland, Lil E was getting into it with his bitch
Plus I fell off with Kevin 'cause he acts like a bitch
Got the .223 from J Boy just to go split his shit
But I can't do it, that's my blood and I got love for the bitch
Nigga he be with counterfeit
Now we at Copper Ridge
He walk out his apartment and we splitting his wig
Back to the basic, getting money, you get 3 from the 6
Two in the morning at the bando and I still ain't go in
4am 5 in the morning
Start on :23
All my life i been doing everything right.
And on my mind they tellin me you aint gonna shine.
Been fighting with my step dad since i was 5.
real dad told you gonna just be alright.
No decisions on who missin wit.
Even with perscriptions they messed wit it.
My life i been a guest in it.
I did it , did that, did this.
My mans keep tellin did you hit it.
I said fuck that.
its mike badass im all about money look me up michael shaw im da youngin
make dangerous by gates ma dog
Kevin gates
Late nite hype
I earnd my stripes in dis bitch
Sacrifice my life fa da shit
Big bluntz fulla purp
Double cup fulla dirt
Whip fulla work dawg i ain't stop for nun
Fully loaded bitch we strapped plus da choppa in da trunk
On my savage gettin buck
Pull up on a opp leave em damaged wit da pump
Gettin money numba one
If you come between us u get splattered wit da chunk
Recognize where I'm from
I ain't playin wit u punks
Flame city play for keeps
If I ain't grindin den I'm sleep
Bitch I got it out da mud
Lost alot up in deez street
do 4:30 AM i gotcha
I’m finna remix this shit
Do ya thing bro
Dee Juice got me here
Send me a link to the song i can check it out
@@Flyvito dee juice all night
Just woke up went brush my teeth maybe later on I’ll go get sumn to eat
I don’t know how you bitches think of me
But I know I got to do what I got to do to be the best of me
Y’all think y’all can take on the rest of me but I hear god calling he finna get started to blessing me so don’t get to testing me
I like how you calling my name so don’t start to being lame and give me brain that you know I like she do it so easy like riding a bike or maybe like taking a hike or like fucking a dike
Hold up lemme speak to my agent every time you look at him his eyes so low he look Asian because he be blaising
Do Lil Snupe Instrumentals .. Like Look At Me Now . Neva Change . And X Bitch
Dub me a dubble -grab me a Bootle -before nine- and pick it up/ harsh Brown like hash on the skillet- Brown tasting golden in minutes heavy starch on the pipe straight -on the Middleton class- best average kind bastard -plastic saves the time -in and the wave out- she be cool for the minute next 2 -she working her nerves/ rubbing her ears trying to render- the tax sales and business entry infantry fax- receipts - no loose bets just minutes that fail -and never pause when I'm gambling- ah thats a got damn thang - horse play on the polo pants hickory sticky jeans and a bib on the waste/ stacks smoking while my token -rolling up/ exhale relief like my wrist got aim straight to the pile change me in like your reason -finna grow mine/ odds to you winning- keep the gin dry/ you a sober mood still moody/ I'm a grown bar taste -so strong it's a body/ swinging in the dance hall away ball room - twin wett bubble chest and Victoria wake up- secret got them bands in it/ rich spreed wrisky business im the winner- on the other line click back to quick- conversation got her roommate post moan on the wall shaking -while she tease stripping - she got dimps in her thigh -and the irrational liquor on her breathe.
#Punch lines Fellas
Major Boi the artist
🔏
this song dropped 9 years ago ?
Yeah I’m confused too
Still FYAH 🔥🔥🔥🔥
Thought it was about her lol
These niggas soft as wet tissue ,
Stolen hot scrapped pistol ,
Body's filled with led but no pincel ,
You want beef we making burgers no pickles ,
Casket and clothes waiting to see what fit you ,
You my round this it's fine e you get a dime for a nickel ,
6 keys in the slab steady riding like I'm patrolling, she gave me the keys I drive the hip like it's stolen
Pockets pudgy and they poking ,
Dropping bomb like lotus ,
Interfere with me when I've been chosen ,
Nerves kinda bad so I'm lighting up a stogie
Eating out a can help me be a man ,
I don't need no helping hand ,
Work white but got Hella tan ,
Drive yo bih off the bridge like hi my name it's stand fooling round with the bands that's my bag no bad battery acid on the fatality ,
Who is he I don't remember I took too many Zans transam from Japan they telling me to , back out the game but it's funny they don't understand do the Richard Cunningham ,
remake kevin gates IDGAF
Before I tell my momma all my wrongs I rather make a song got jumping at school dey Gon get popped they keep talking brotha right or wrong
In side of sac can't have brothers das how u don't last
No how u claiming u my brotha but can't text back
I was in my momma room 9 years old making raps had to fall back because my niggas get u clapped u hear dat poo poo poo feel pressure on yo back two fall back because my niggas get u clapped u hear dat poo poo poo feel pressure on yo back two loaded I can't tell where I'm at we inda wrong side damn we back to da trap dat money bag chasr da check where I'm at now see if I go broke I'ma be the richest outta sac
was in my momma room 9 years old making raps had to fall back because my niggas get u clapped u hear dat poo poo poo feel pressure
I look over to my left dam is a bad bitch grip my pole she looking down back to u baby looking classic and my brotha can't miss out told her u got a friend back to my life shi I been cool ion need no friends niggas act all hard when dat crowd behind knowing dam well one one u changing yo mind dis earth twisted you will never know some niggas intentions been doing drugs so I'm sorry if I'm being lil distant