I don't get tired
I’m either cooking dope or selling dope
Come and get it if you lookin
I ain’t stretching though
Snowing on the bluff,
I’m tryna catch a slope
Up under your house
Tryna listen with a stethoscope
That gangsta shit
That ain’t the shit you ready for
How I’m coming with the
drum
And you would never know
I dress up like a woman and then let it go
Narco trafficante, cocaina come from
Mexico
Double cups of the
syrup, back to back
Bad move
Matter fact shawty say she
like my tattoos
I don't smile, South side Baton Rouge
Had it wild coming up
Didn't happen over night
Took a while coming up
So and so? broke my jaw with the flash light
All because I ain't want make my
Pockets look like bunny ears
Killed a nigga, broke and ran
Piss running down my leg
Went and hid the gun behind
Ms Connie house
Out my business
Learnt how to keep my partners out
Sip ya tea pussy don't know
What you talkin bout
Fresh philly,
with the line that rashad cut
Bought cars for my team
now we all up
Get out of line with my team
and we all bust
Cutting up bad, thumbin through the
Bands, Simon Miller pants
Hanging off my ass
9 milli 38 don't make me do
the hammer dance
I’m either cooking dope or selling dope Come and
Bricks to the South, Bito and Bryan
South 14 let the house gettin off
Redid the nova,
shawty took it and then got
Lost on my nigga damn
Now I'm wishin I could talk to my nig ga
Feds snatch Eazy, he should've ran
I wasn't lucky I got picked up with the blam
Tell the Coroner if it wasn’t
For they pussy ass boy
From the start being loyal
But they wasn’t fam
Cocaine when it's good
it be jumping back
I'm getting 2 whole things
tryna run a land
When it's all out war, I don't understand
Look a nigga in the eye if he under hand
Dump a rack
Get em snatched like a fucking man
Hard to move by yourself lot of killer ants
Wishing I could turn back
Set of different hands
Nothing bigger than the B
I got different plans
I’m either cooking dope or selling dope Come
I ain't running up a shift yard
30 shots out the tec be fore it jam
Fist fought, live raw,
diving in my bitch car
Shoulder and my lip caught hell
On the pitch fork
What they doing? Satan screaming
"Kevin where you going?"
You don't see all of these bad
Bitches I got for you
Want you to get that pussy
raw
And don't have no abortion
Diggin in your pocket,
court appointed
Child support you
Spend all your money then go broke
You know I support you
Ride with that pistol police catch you
Then gon adios you
Then I'ma laugh while you in jail and
Act like I don't know you
Go rob that nigga over there
Know he ain't got it on
em cars pulling up
Supplying em while on the corner
Graduated to your own trap
Somebody try you, fire
Make them take a long nap
Aye, you graduated to your own
Trap? Open fire nigga try
You take a long nap
I’m either cooking dope
or selling dope
Come and get it if you lookin
I ain’t stretching though
Snowing on the bluff,
I’m tryna catch a slope
Up under your house
Tryna listen with a stethoscope
That gangsta shit
That ain’t the shit you ready for
How I’m coming with
the drum
And you would never know
I dress up like a woman and then let it go
Narco trafficante, cocaina come from
Kevin Gates 
