Narco Trafficante Kevin Gates (Ft. Percy Keith)

[Intro: Kevin Gates]
Yo me llamo Luca Brasi
Ughh
Yo mato por nada
Yo tengo muchas pistolas, cabron
Yo tengo cocaina, marijuana, y lo que tu necessita
Numeros bueno
If you having trouble translating what the fuck I just said, go get Rosetta Stone
Puta, pendejo

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
Passionate about crack sales, people wonder if I have a cracked head
See OG and freelow, don't ever call em no crack head
Brap brap, cracked legs, broke ribs, cracked head
Meat cleaver to the white meat, cracked eggs
Pots, pans, still objects, non-stick, district court
Nonsense child support, tryna settle things outta court
Luca Brasi a mobster, choke your throat in your collarbone
Broken nose and a collarbone, neck look like a xylophone
Sick of being bothered, pussy artist you can’t buy a sound
When I was broke I was a joke, I couldn't buy a phone
Wrong number, call a bitch, I get the dial tone
Now my dick been gaining weight from getting smiled on
Cheeks, cheeks, or should I say no teeth?
Been on the streets for 14 months and I ain't miss a beat
White girl wasted, a couple want me to cuddle
Need them bills to pay her bill, she love my lil' brother Chuckie
Booty club transaction in traffic saying they love it
OG car moving blocks boxing impuddle
Down set hut, out the huddle I suffer concussions
Wide receiver, pass protection, no fumble, touchdown, or nothing, go