Khaza Lyrics - Kevin Gates

Gates get the business cleared anywhere we at 

Smilin' in my face, but itchin' to get me wacked 

Name in his mouth bad when he kick it wit' other camps 

Tellin' lies wit' the stamp and try to give me the wrap 

I'm in the street wit' it, you really won't be exact 

Not a good gang member, the members'll probably rat 

I don't trust many proficient at livin' that 

I don't love women, I hit, you could get her back 

Hang up in his face, watch how quick he call back 

Whip up at the Texaco, now, what you call that? 

You in the paint, now I get in wit' you, I'm wit' all that 

Shoulder strap wit' a suppressor, MAC-11, fall back 

Speakers bumpin' Omelly 'Osama Twin Lammas' 

Grew up seein' violence, pull up, what's the knowledge? 

Got my GED, wish I would have made it to college 

Wishin' you was free, I could picture you right on 'side me 

If I love you, go to war over nothin' if it's a problem 

Diamonds in the T-O-P, diamonds in the bottom 

Gold mouth dog, self-made, I'm a grinder 

Stack paper, hit your girl later, it's a Friday 

You know I got a lot of record labels tryin' to sign me 

They say if I'm a risk, it's detrimental to the profit 

Beyoncé follow me on Instagram, Jigga, watch it 

Younger sister, tell her, 'Not interested', she a bopper 

Healthy kid, Kodak Black, smokin' that broccoli 

Bread Winners administration, I'm Luca Brasi 

Everybody sleepin' on me, finally got it poppin' 

Wishin' I was wit' my children watchin' Mary Poppins 

101 Dalmatians, smokin' grass while I'm on my island 

Gettin' tattooed in my kitchen, okay 'iego wit' the heater there 

Ghetto, I be strollin' 'round wit' smokers, I ain't even there 

Right around the corner, got it jumpin', you could meet me there 

That bad news, they was talkin' 'bout already beat me there 

Comin' home to my apartment, findin' my daughter dead 

Then we put his kid in the oven, so now his daughter dead 

Not a robbery, this a murder, woke the whole house 

I don't go to funerals, but lean be gettin' poured out 

Group home in Lake Charles, turn up, turn up, wait, pause 

Atlanta wit' the cartel microwave, boy 

Breadwinner Gang, we is mafia material 

What up with Big Tony, mafia material 

Hand signal, shoutin' out the plug in the interview 

My grandfather used to fuck wit' [?] I could get a few 

Scratch the dealers, now we go and get 'em in the inner tube 

Breakin' down, distribute, my fingers steady itchin' 

Y'all shootin' videos where they 'posed want to kill me 

I got 'em under the hood, the soft grade Civic 

Balenciaga-rockin', but now it's all Forces 

Call me what you want, lately pullin' up in Porsches 

I'm the real plug, but started out an enforcer 

Failure to comply, most likely might have to force you 

Blow your brains out, the body bag or the coffin 

Me and the carnal in the Jag sippin' coffee 

We don't get harassed by the badge where the warrant? 

Never been a confidential witness, not informant 

Trappin' out the shop, why you findin' this alarmin'? 

I just got it in, watch how quick it disappear 

You tall and you can't dress, really, you annoyin' 

Lil' mama better get wit' me before I'm out of range 

Right, they got him dumb, they kinda put me in the game 

Me and Dreka dealin' wit' the green, that's the only play 

Five hundred mil turned out in the safe 

Call Coca-Cola, they'll tell you I don't plays 

Street game legend in the game, I'm a stepper 

Stayed at the Polish last time we was together 

Mazi take care of my kids when it's up and then get messy 

Cheeseburger hit, got the [?] bought the drop 

The rap game fake, Kevin Gates, free the Wap (Gucci, nigga) 

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