[Intro: Kevin Gates]
Shit, I love you for lovin' it, ya heard me?
'Cause I love this shit, I'll sit in here all day
I ain't, I don't need no bitch, no nothin'
Now when I get, now I ain't gon' lie, when I get somewhere else, I prolly be epped out on that phone, ya heard me?
Yeah
[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Dear God, I just got out of jail, I need you to answer my prayers
I need a plug who floods the bales and grass unlimited squares
I need a team who willing to crash instead of catching a habit
These niggas been holding their nuts on me so I'm tryna run it up fast
Dear God, I hope that you hear me, I need you to answer my prayers
I need you to send me a woman who listen, who is not hearing impaired
Forever loyal, gon' come with them bands if I ever get in a jam
From trapping hard to rapping hard, make everyone know who I am
[Verse 1: Kevin Gates & Dusa]
I had a trap house in the street, flushing a hundred piece every week
No longer sand touching, move my grandmother, make the car crank without the key
Remember I was broke laying in the can, she'll turnt her back fucking on my man
Now them bales comin' in mini-vans, talkin' up to God, Lord was the plan
You want 'em, we send 'em, we standin' on business, we know how to get 'em delivered (Gates)
Me and stroke reminiscing, I can't think of nothing, I would've did different
I prayed for this, I waited my turn, put holes in his body, he play, he get burned
Oh, na-na-na, gimme one more turn, I try to leave it alone when they rep him and roast us
Zippin' shit open with the chrome
Shit, I love you for lovin' it, ya heard me?
'Cause I love this shit, I'll sit in here all day
I ain't, I don't need no bitch, no nothin'
Now when I get, now I ain't gon' lie, when I get somewhere else, I prolly be epped out on that phone, ya heard me?
Yeah
[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Dear God, I just got out of jail, I need you to answer my prayers
I need a plug who floods the bales and grass unlimited squares
I need a team who willing to crash instead of catching a habit
These niggas been holding their nuts on me so I'm tryna run it up fast
Dear God, I hope that you hear me, I need you to answer my prayers
I need you to send me a woman who listen, who is not hearing impaired
Forever loyal, gon' come with them bands if I ever get in a jam
From trapping hard to rapping hard, make everyone know who I am
[Verse 1: Kevin Gates & Dusa]
I had a trap house in the street, flushing a hundred piece every week
No longer sand touching, move my grandmother, make the car crank without the key
Remember I was broke laying in the can, she'll turnt her back fucking on my man
Now them bales comin' in mini-vans, talkin' up to God, Lord was the plan
You want 'em, we send 'em, we standin' on business, we know how to get 'em delivered (Gates)
Me and stroke reminiscing, I can't think of nothing, I would've did different
I prayed for this, I waited my turn, put holes in his body, he play, he get burned
Oh, na-na-na, gimme one more turn, I try to leave it alone when they rep him and roast us
Zippin' shit open with the chrome
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