Showin' Up - Kevin Gates
Bad bitches wanna fuck me Yeah, yeah, shawty love Bad bitches wanna fuck me Yeah, you know Shawty love the way I Shawty love the way I Shawty love the way I Way I'm cutting up I'ma hit the dick on you, ain't no cuddle up She be showin' up All that ass you got behind you Slim waist, all that ass you got behind you I mean, I mean where the fuck they find you? Where the fuck they find you? I'ma hit the dick on you, ain't no cuddle up She be showin' up, showin' up Hold up, pause Break the knob, speaker going out Two big booty bitches, both cheeks poking out If I feel played everybody getting robbed This fine motherfucker corn on the cob Listening to Three 6, slob on my knob If I don't know you I don't wanna, I don't like the vibe Disrespect me, I'ma die, see it in my eyes Hit my dog, hit the mall, what you did, drop a bag Into fashion, I ain't bragging, 450, ate Italian Got a chick, she Dominican and she half Italian Portuguese on her, big knots going at her top Throw some D's on her, I'm a rich boy, I'm on top Niggas sleep on you when you're bitch made How can I tell my mama, she gon' lose respect for me if I ain't die Bless her heart, she gon' be upset me with me I ain't fly I'm retarded, I'm a dog, I'm a lil badibida Pulling up, happy meals right outside of Benihana's Try to drink a million, know he really want to see me under Muscle, no need to tussle, hater 'bout to see me bubble Nigga he be want to shoot the shit but he ain't saying nothing Got around a nigga, acting weird like he up to something Drop 50 racks, backed back, another nigga touched them Game played above his shoulder Can't think, get the shovel Bad bitches wanna fuck me Yeah, yeah, shawty love Bad bitches wanna fuck me Yeah, you know Shawty love the way I Shawty love the way I Shawty love the way I Way I'm cutting up I'ma hit the dick on you, ain't no cuddle up She be showin' up All that ass you got behind you Slim waist, all that ass you got behind you I mean, I mean where the fuck they find you? Where the fuck they find you? I'ma hit the dick on you, ain't no cuddle up She be showin' up, showin' up Hold up, pause Break the knob, speaker going out Attempts at the phone, you hear your beeper going off I just hate Kevin Gates, he be showing off Big name, getting heavy, horsepower on the Chevy Money Wap, countin' Fetty, bad bitch, we together Jugg man, another level, mansion crib, jewelry section 18k, plain jane, Lance bought a bezel Freak or we can fuck wherever, get 'em sis, fuck 'em up All black 750 with the peanut butter guts Who is this big fine motherfucker running up? Pumps in the bump, booty going bumpabumpabump Shoes on, watch me, drunk man, what the fuck Beem, boom, beem, bam, boom, yeah, going dumb Glock, boom boom boom, now you want to duck You was on the gram talking tough, now you want to hug Hundred fifty bands on the bluff, cuz get a cut Moving on, better thoughts, cleaner weed, cleaner living Kitchen bags at the cleaners, even made a cleaner killing What he said? Fuck a nigga, I ain't really get to hearing Lately I been running out of seconds tryna get a minute Using a metaphor, I figured you would get the picture Shawty bad, she a ten, blowing gas in Virgina Express pass, had to get it, you ain't get the picture?
Artist: Kevin Gates
Title: Showin' Up