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Artiste : Kevin Gates
Titre : McGyver
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 give that order we, applyin´ pressure
Ain´t no silence
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
McFlurry, 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 go to McKinley 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