Kevin Gates

Texty písní Alba

Off Da Meter

Aye, automatic, automatic

Automatic, automatic, panoramic roof

That's my girl, she like to ride panoramic too

We gazin' at the stars through this panoramic roof

Roll my weed

Pour my lean

Would you believe I'm blowin' up?

Gettin' 50 Gs a feature, my show price is going up

Hard to deal with this depression lately I've been throwin' up

The hoes they used to hate me, love me now

My phone been off the meter

I don't want to talk to nobody

And don't want nobody to route me

Fantasizing about me

Privacy, please leave my privacy

I don't want to talk to nobody

Oh, whoever thought you would lie to me

Supposed to be right here on the side of me

Countin' me all and you doubted me

Street nigga, I hit the lottery

We was supposed to be married

Pack all our bags, run away to the altar

Anyone play with my love put a dent in they shit like the strait of Gibraltar

God love his children, he's awesome

He sent me an angel who's flawless

Got shot in my mouth in '05

Knocked out my teeth, it was awful

Was rendered unconscious, I called you

4: 30 AM, you were calling

Now that's just a thing of the past

We turned up in the Lynx and turned up retarded

Roll my weed

Pour my lean

Would you believe I'm blowin' up?

Gettin' 50 Gs a feature, my show price is going up

Hard to deal with this depression lately I've been throwin' up

The hoes they used to hate me, love me now

My phone been off the meter

I don't want to talk to nobody

And want nobody around me

Fantasizing about me

Privacy, please leave my privacy

I don't want to talk to nobody

Oh, nobody alive could do your body like I do

Got a plug from out of town and we've been making major moves

I know Vyron Cater, the real Vyron Carter

Actin' like you don't believe me

Pull out my phone, I could call her

Breadwinner, never change

We the strongest label in the game

Cocaine paint on the Range

And it's money over every day

A couple niggas switched on me long

But I'm a still stay the same

Rolling round, I'm a row it down, in the paint

Roll my weed

Pour my lean

Would you believe I'm blowin' up?

Gettin' 50 Gs a feature, my show price is going up

Hard to deal with this depression lately I've been throwin' up

The hoes they used to hate me, love me now

My phone been off the meter

I don't want to talk to nobody

And want nobody around me

Fantasizing about me

They can wait down in the lobby

Privacy, please leave my privacy

I don't want to talk to nobody

Panoramic coupe

That's my girl, she like to ride panoramic too

We gazin' at the stars through this panoramic roof

Ohh she like to ride in this panoramic coupe