(Ask about BReal and QRed, our name ring)

(Run-It-Up)

Man, that's Kevin Gates, got that drug dealer swag

If you get it how I get it, throw your cups in the air

Man, that's Kevin Gates, got that drug dealer swag

I can't run out of money, that's that drug dealer cash

Man, fuck what a **** said, I'ma live life

I'ma fuck hoes, I'ma rock ice

Man, fuck what a **** said, I'ma still flight

I'ma stack bread, I'ma get right

In the 392

How you say you not fuckin', got on Daisy Dukes?

I ain't no regular rapper, these bullets'll tackle, so get out the way when I shoot

I don't play with my food

If I call ABP, better know he gon' do what it do

Since his ass wanna be famous, got hit with a banger and now his whole face on the news

Baby, come fuck with a cheater, I know you an eater, ain't talking Chris Brown how I beat her

I'm hot, but I don't got a fever

I did this shit on my own, you'll follow the leader

Dope got me higher than pita

If you get put in that room you gonna fold like fajita

Touchdown, don't play no receiver

And if you up, better shoot, cut him up like a pizza

Ayy, pour a deuce in a Faygo

I got some hitters who go when I say so

Didn't have no cheese, had to switch up the payroll

And I be stretchin' these hoes like some Play-Doh

Hit from the back, put my thumb in her A-hole

Know I'm next to fly out to Barbados

With a white jawn, had to try out the mayo

You can get hit with the Glock or the Draco

Fuck what a **** said, I'ma live life

I'ma fuck hoes, I'ma rock ice

Man, fuck what a **** said, I'ma still flight

I'ma stack bread, I'ma get right

Bitch, I'm a dog, Supa a beast

They done fucked up, let me off of the leash

I just got a check just like Nike Elite

Quick, get 'em gone, erased, delete

Won't talk to these bitches because they get aggy

The guap in my pocket, my pants lookin' baggy

I smoke me a blunt, then go fix me a sandwich

Then hop in the booth and I spit out some damage

I'm happy as fuck, got more guap than my daddy

A brand-new bitch and she just came from Paris

And she call me daddy, but I'm not her parent

New stick with a scope got some bullets for sharin'

Fuck all that paintin', get back to the trappin'

Rob me a ****, then cop me a jacket

Keep me a steel, you get cut like a packet

New Glock, call it ghetto because this bitch ratchet

My chain is so bright, you might need solar glasses

I chop off a hand if a bitch try to snatch it

Was fuckin' on bitches while skippin' my classes

You hate on the drip, but you still tryna match it

Thought we was cool, but you snake, you a faggot

You sneak on my girl and act like it ain't happen

I catch you in traffic, I'm workin' my magic

I made that bitch stretch her throat like she elastic

Man, that's Kevin Gates, got that drug dealer swag

If you get it how I get it, throw your cups in the air

Man, that's Kevin Gates, got that drug dealer swag

I can't run out of money, that's that drug dealer cash

Man, fuck what a **** said, I'ma live life

I'ma fuck hoes, I'ma rock ice

Man, fuck what a **** said, I'ma still flight

I'ma stack bread, I'ma get right

(Ask about BReal and QRed, our name ring)

Man, fuck what a **** said

Fuck what a **** said

Man, fuck what a **** said