Released: December 20, 2011
Songwriter: Kevin Gates
Producer: DJ Chill
[Verse 1]
Pretty hair
Puerto Rican shawty don't like thugs
Baby mother's proud of me
She think I don't sell drugs
Nights without the rubber, emergency contraceptive
Eat the pill or the steel I'm workin I'm gettin better
I'm surfacin' in my section
I'm lurkin' I'm with my weapon
It's personal when I catch 'em
I'm perfect at bursting metal
For certain you betta' tell him
If he ever try to cross us
Don't take kind to taken losses
In the bottom it get real around here
Trap girl
Whatchu mean?
We be up all night
Boomin' speakers, neck freezin' this that shit y'all like
Whoever play the biggest piece that's the dick y'all bite
Arm hangin' out the window glisten wrist all ice
Listen, this is where it kinda get fishy
Pay attention
House clique special response mission they goin' in and
Bail bondsman and the lawyer retarded gon' getchu lost a hundred racks
Jacked by the plug they goin' in it
[Hook]
This one goes out to my niggas in the penitentiary shackled in the chains
And the prayers go up to the family members, victims of the gangs
And this street life and the streets all night we cook and sell cocaine
Balling, flossing, taking losses what comes with the game
Never change (Change, change, change, change, change, change, change)
And this street life and the streets all night we cook and sell cocaine
Balling, flossing, taking losses what comes with the game
[Verse 2]
Father God I been betrayed
Never knew what it was like to be used
Never had a father figure confused as a youth
Movin' with dudes who was cooler
The public viewed us as losers
I mean I need some new sneaker
Breakin' and enterin' foolishness (Whatchu doin?)
Big Beeze done seen us goin' hard
One day he pull up in the yard
He like, lil' Kevin man let's grab a bite
Let's go sit down and talk
The neighborhood under pressure
Kevin, you and them niggas raw
Cousin got a chop shop
I could pay you for stolen cars
Block full of that brick
Steady rollin' cigars
12 streets servin' fiends
Police patrolling in cars
Big London put that work in my life no holdin' nuts
I done played the house
Be strict and cold and control the cuts
Serving dope to toaster close
Got smokers approaching us
Traffic through the back alley
Got customers strolling up
Same year, shrimp dead
I took control of the slumps
Carolina Street the bottom embrace me with open arms
[Hook]
Pretty hair
Puerto Rican shawty don't like thugs
Baby mother's proud of me
She think I don't sell drugs
Nights without the rubber, emergency contraceptive
Eat the pill or the steel I'm workin I'm gettin better
I'm surfacin' in my section
I'm lurkin' I'm with my weapon
It's personal when I catch 'em
I'm perfect at bursting metal
For certain you betta' tell him
If he ever try to cross us
Don't take kind to taken losses
In the bottom it get real around here
Trap girl
Whatchu mean?
We be up all night
Boomin' speakers, neck freezin' this that shit y'all like
Whoever play the biggest piece that's the dick y'all bite
Arm hangin' out the window glisten wrist all ice
Listen, this is where it kinda get fishy
Pay attention
House clique special response mission they goin' in and
Bail bondsman and the lawyer retarded gon' getchu lost a hundred racks
Jacked by the plug they goin' in it
[Hook]
This one goes out to my niggas in the penitentiary shackled in the chains
And the prayers go up to the family members, victims of the gangs
And this street life and the streets all night we cook and sell cocaine
Balling, flossing, taking losses what comes with the game
Never change (Change, change, change, change, change, change, change)
And this street life and the streets all night we cook and sell cocaine
Balling, flossing, taking losses what comes with the game
[Verse 2]
Father God I been betrayed
Never knew what it was like to be used
Never had a father figure confused as a youth
Movin' with dudes who was cooler
The public viewed us as losers
I mean I need some new sneaker
Breakin' and enterin' foolishness (Whatchu doin?)
Big Beeze done seen us goin' hard
One day he pull up in the yard
He like, lil' Kevin man let's grab a bite
Let's go sit down and talk
The neighborhood under pressure
Kevin, you and them niggas raw
Cousin got a chop shop
I could pay you for stolen cars
Block full of that brick
Steady rollin' cigars
12 streets servin' fiends
Police patrolling in cars
Big London put that work in my life no holdin' nuts
I done played the house
Be strict and cold and control the cuts
Serving dope to toaster close
Got smokers approaching us
Traffic through the back alley
Got customers strolling up
Same year, shrimp dead
I took control of the slumps
Carolina Street the bottom embrace me with open arms
[Hook]
more tracks from the album
From the albums
- I Don’t Know What 2 Call It Vol 1 (2011)
- Make Em Believe (2012)
Kevin Gates popular songs
- 2 Phones
- Really Really
- Perfect Imperfection
- I Don’t Get Tired
- Time for That
- Imagine That
- Not the Only One
- Satellites
- Hard For
- Kno One
- Cut Her Off Freestyle
- Pride
- Paper Chasers
- In My Feelings
- Out the Mud
- Had To
- Change Lanes
- Posed To Be In Love
- Jam
- John Gotti
- The Prayer
- Pourin the Syrup
- Narco Trafficante
- IDGAF