(QRed on the track)

Leave me in the cold

When you came to me, I could never tell you no

You fuckers no longer have the right to tell me nothin'

You keep stuntin', chrome dicks go to the belly button

My 40 told me keep it real 'cause I ain't here for stuntin'

I pull this trigger, it might hit you in your ear or somethin'

Quick to tell a ****, "Fuck you, you ain't likin' me"

That's why you be walkin', ain't no talkin' on the side of me

No, it ain't no walk in the park, what you call easy

Been fell off my pivot, got up and I start eatin'

Blowin' horse, turnin' the corner, my roof open

Purple so potent, you smell it like you smokin'

Seen, but you seen no frown, lead like I'm Nino Brown

Fiends keep on comin' 'round, kis come from out of town

Skis see the cheese and be cheesin', leave 'em

Emotion put my pockets on a freeze, tease 'em

Bank account Visa, jumpin' out a Bimmer

Lookin' for a reason, but they know I don't need one

I'm the type of **** be movin', go get my Gucci luggage

The groupies love it, say my belt don't match my Gucci, fuck it

My floozy grubbin' after the meal sits

Tellin' Travis 'bout her lips with the vacuum-seal tips

My name Kevin Gates and I'm like

I'm the man down here and I'm in demand down here

I'm like one of the hottest **** out here right now, like, you know, truth be told, but

I kept a humble approach in the game and I never

I never let my, my character or whatever exceed my, my rapping character

Flex fuel injection, pressin' hard on the pedal

Swoop through in the shh, it's whatever, my heart in the ghetto

Baggy jeans so the magazine rival seams

Infrared see-through cartridge, my travel beam

New-school vert, convertin' the hard tops like

Ooh, the truth hurt, too perfect to fall off like

If I'm ever brought to the height of my disposition

My position will change and won't remain local

Now I'm like postal, see me on a poster

Hit you with the Hulk and you won't make it where you're 'posed to

Rather die buried with figures, shinin' my life away

Simple motherfucker, I concentrate if it's night or day

Give me all your green, bitch, I mean 'cause I said so

Two up in a twenty, make me lean like my leg broke

Don't know how to let go, heavy-object holder

If you test me, I'ma show you, take the Desy out and stroke 'em

(QRed on the track and he runnin' this bitch)

Leave me in the cold

When you came to me, I could never tell you no