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430am - Kevin Gates (By Any Means)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Lead Vocals
Reo
Reo
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Gilyard
Kevin Gilyard
Songwriter
Ramon Owen
Ramon Owen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Reo
Reo
Producer

Lyrics

What the fuck!? Hello? What up nig? What up nigga? Shit, chillin' Shit I said I'm just cooling brah, I'm jus cooling But look, I'm bout to get it in right fast, nigga, I love you Lemme do this, I'mma call you later Alright nigga Alright, love you boy Love you too nigga Keep ballin' Gladiators on deck Drug users don't drink sprite And when I do, it's not pink sprite A lot of lean, it's purple Trust issues, dont trust really, no two point conversion Won't run it after I touch down, my punter kicking, it's defense (What you get into this weekend?) Where was you when I was slumped over? Gums hurtin' from a old bullet, in front the toilet, while hunched over Puking all of my insides, stab wound from a old friend Well at that time we were close friends They said I killed him in cold blood We wrestled for the gun, but the gun went off He up'd the pistol, looked him dead in his eyes I've been ready to die told nigga, do it Gates man, I'll really do it I'm serious too nigga, really do it Turned his head Closed his eyes Aimed the tool Started shooting I didn't die, my life a movie 4:30 a.m., never say when It's five in the morning And your children are some where on the corner 6:00 a.m, water boiling Think I'm addicted to the strong aroma When I was touchin' McKinley Erin really my best friend And I was loving her best friend Bright Brittany, with the long hair You know Fable lil' sista She stole the jag to come an get me I was buying dope, In and out the system Brandy fucking my nigga, Ray At the same time, fuckin' cold sweatin' He the track coach, and a asshole Know that didn't have shit to do with this I was just stating the facts though Jessica round me, talking sexually 'bout me She bent over in front me, from the back while I'm pounding Now it's over Bitch, get up and get out I mostly likely forgot to mention, but we was in my trap house Just brainstorming, in the game forming These thoughts and ideas No regrets for the shit I did That also mean for the niggas I killed 4:30 a.m., never say when It's five in the morning And your children are some where on the corner 6:00 a.m, water boiling Think I'm addicted to the strong aroma
Writer(s): Kevin Gilyard, Ramon Owen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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