Mcgyver Lyrics - Kevin Gates

I call these niggas two packs 

'Cause all he got is two packs 

Frontin' like he run the city, why the fuck he do that? 

I'm like, "Why the fuck he do that?" 

Hold up, bitch, don't get tired 

Go with your move, I'm 'bout it 

Come through like Uber drivers 

My goons move in silence 

They turnt up and they wildin' 

Niggas know how I'm rockin' 

I get it all the way, applyin' pressure 

Ain't no silence 

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Clear colors, pullin' up, everybody head bop 

This is not a bandana, check out how these shells pop 

Say it clear and clisp, I had meant to say crisp 

All these diamonds in my mouth make me talk with a lisp 

I had to rap my shit, I just had broke my wrist 

Don't 'posed to talk to me, say bro control your bitch 

I clap on, clap on, bring that ass here 

Was in my feelings 'bout your girl, that was last year 

You laid up with her, I just stay up with her 

She ain't like her homegirl, she a makeup killer 

Take her makeup off and she look way different 

Now let me see you work out, I love it when you work out 

In the hood I issue work out, I'm sorry we ain't work out 

Got my money right and I forgot about you 

I for, I forgot about you 

All the niggas that was hatin', they ain't had a second thought about you 

Big Jigga fuck with me, I'm on the phone with J Real 

I got the roof laid back, got lil Dreka right here 

I don't trust too many niggas, switch up on you, they will 

MAC fury, I put 'em in a combo, boom, boom, boom, boom, pronto 

Get here, we mixin' gumbo, blockin' shit like Mutombo 

Run it back, ain't no fumble, disrespect me, go dumbo 

I just left out the ward, I'm chillin', I'm in the jungle 

Checkin' on my lake rent houses, flood can't nothin' crumble 

I ain't on the internet so I don't hear what they're sayin' 

I'm in the streets, walk up on you, nigga, what is you sayin'? 

I got somethin' in my... and this gon' stop you from playin' 

I ain't never went in retirement, I'm still in demand 

I got the jailhouse clickin', we on fire, I got mojo 

H-Town boomin' out the dorm on the low though 

My niggas from other sections keep it realer than niggas 

That come from the same hood, we played together as children 

You a silly boy, hold up, you don't know me, why we talkin'? 

Ask your big dog about my... yeah, real retarded 

Hold the shop by myself, got it then from here you bought it 

Gon' step up through there, I'll spray this bitch like Mad Marvin 

My lil' Juvie, she golden with killin' and I fuck with her 

I just picked her up after school and smoked a blunt with her 

I've been fuckin' with lil' NaNa, but she been runnin' from me 

When I leave she go to uh uh, I can't run out of money 

Everybody 'bout to take a trip to Miami 

I don't give a shit, bitch I'm kickin' it in Dallas 

Get your passport, I'm 'bout to take a bitch to Paris 

Champs-Élysées, Louis Vuitton, but that's average 

Michael Kors for my whores, better be happy 

Say it ain't designer, then I'm leavin', goddamn it 

If I'm the one that bought it for you, then it's fantastic 

Ring bought from Wal-Mart, I thought the thought was what mattered