Flicka Da Wrist - Kevin Gates

I don't get tired

I woke up feelin' like I couldn't feel no better

I don' want no f**kin' alka seltzer

I woke up feelin' like I couldn't feel no better

Momma pray for me my friends fake

I need a hundred steppers

They hate the flick of my wrist

Really be wheelin' the benz

Video vixen look here

Squealin' while I'm stickin' dick in her ribs

I told her I was a beautician whip

Out the scissors get rid of split ends

I'm full of myself bae I'm trippin'

Feel like I'm Brady whatever it is

I I'm catchin' plays I

I mean Kevin Gates

Millz I ain't got no chill

Breadwinner heavyweight ooh

Look who just sat at the table

Make yo ho go fetch him a plate

Then I pull up in the Porsche

Bet whoever willin' to race

Charges dismissed by the feds

Still gotta deal with the state

Whoop 'em I got plenty kush and you P**sy

Pick 12 or somebody gon' lay in yo bushes

Two time convicted a stitch for the fully

Jump out I'm feeling no need for the hoodie

Streets love a n**ga who really a gangsta

Go check my jacket you know I'ma pull it

Ar Ab hit the line I'm like what's the business

Just find the lean I'ma sip it I don't trust no b**ches

Look at the flick of that wrist

Video from the back how I'm killin' ya b**ch

Lovin' my swag MC Hammer

Want to quit but I'm just 2 legit

Baltimore Oriole's hat Mr Gates

Corner to corner they flooded with H

Hit the corner sto' backwoods and antropo

Money order 2 stamps and a envelope

Commissary in prison they money low

Jumpin' and dodgin' the fence like I'm Mario

Camera belt buckle these rats catchin' audio

Runnin' the money up workin' no cardio

Left out of Boston and visited Denver

We had a threesome but we don't remember

Res from the grigy still stuck to my fingertips

Twistin' the stink stimulated my mental

SLS 550 matching interior while

At the red light I stay lookin' serious

Want to question me I don't know nothing

'Bout sh*t in kentucky I'm dealin' with Benjamin

Elephant whippin' the trunk in the front

But I still cannot figure out where the ignition is

While at the airport I'm being surrounded

I'm thinkin' of flyin' in private

All in the bathroom with my flight attendant

Ho why is yo hand in my privates

On IG I talk I be lively

In public I'm movin' in silence

Penitentiary rules in effect

Give respect if I don't get it back I get violent

Carol City straight drop got 'em wildin'

Me June and Boola and Poo out our body

Oughta see my new b**ch she exotic

Wasn't talkin' 'bout you ho be quiet

Silver shadow Jaber reversible stock my new girl

I keep her right on side of me

Back to jail while suspected of robbery

Jumpin' bond I won't sign out my property

You think Brasi got bodies well probably

Dive in the crowd he a gangsta so possibly

Watch the rappers few b**ch n**gas knockin' me 'cause

They bird and they chickens want flock to me

All in New York be with Maino and Capo

I rode by myself and ain't nobody stoppin' me

Ain't no more real n**gas

I'm who Jay Z and Kanye like to listen to honestly

They probably won't tell you that honestly

Super polite got a record that follow me

Tommy Hilfiger vest with the Guess denim jeans

Kango cap on ya top with the wallabees

Johnny Blaze she can sing like Rihanna but ratted on dude

It took everything out of me

Amber Rose had messed up with my n**ga

When I get the rip I expect her to lie to me

Soldier sign in the middle of my forehead

A broke motherf**ka who hatin don't bother me

Aye look I don't know how to be you b**ch a** n**gas

All I know how to be is me Yah heard me

You can't say man I f**k with Gates

Then say something negative in the same sentence

Man that don't even go together ol' b**ch a** n**ga

But you don't know that that ain't real

A n**ga never taught you that ain't real

Look at all my interviews

I never speak on no n**ga yah heard me

Penitentiary rules in effect ol' P**sy a** n**ga