Kevin Gates - Khaza

Khaza Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Gates get the business cleared anywhere we at

Smilin' in my face, but itchin' to get me wacked

Name in his mouth bad when he kick it wit' other camps

Tellin' lies wit' the stamp and try to give me the wrap

I'm in the street wit' it, you really won't be exact

Not a good gang member, the members'll probably rat

I don't trust many proficient at livin' that

I don't love women, I hit, you could get her back

Hang up in his face, watch how quick he call back

Whip up at the Texaco, now, what you call that?

You in the paint, now I get in wit' you, I’m wit' all that

Shoulder strap wit' a suppressor, MAC-11, fall back

Speakers bumpin' Omelly 'Osama Twin Lammas'

Grew up seein' violence, pull up, what's the knowledge?

Got my GED, wish I would have made it to college

Wishin' you was free, I could picture you right on 'side me

If I love you, go to war over nothin' if it's a problem

Diamonds in the T-O-P, diamonds in the bottom

Gold mouth dog, self-made, I'm a grinder

Stack paper, hit your girl later, it's a Friday

You know I got a lot of record labels tryin' to sign me

They say if I'm a risk, it's detrimental to the profit

Beyoncé follow me on Instagram, Jigga, watch it

Younger sister, tell her, 'Not interested', she a bopper

Healthy kid, Kodak Black, smokin' that broccoli

Bread Winners administration, I'm Luca Brasi

Everybody sleepin' on me, finally got it poppin'

Wishin' I was wit' my children watchin' Mary Poppins

101 Dalmatians, smokin' grass while I'm on my island

Gettin' tattooed in my kitchen, okay 'iego wit' the heater there

Ghetto, I be strollin' 'round wit' smokers, I ain't even there

Right around the corner, got it jumpin', you could meet me there

That bad news, they was talkin' 'bout already beat me there

Comin' home to my apartment, findin' my daughter dead

Then we put his kid in the oven, so now his daughter dead

Not a robbery, this a murder, woke the whole house

I don't go to funerals, but lean be gettin' poured out

Group home in Lake Charles, turn up, turn up, wait, pause

Atlanta wit' the cartel microwave, boy

Breadwinner Gang, we is mafia material

What up with Big Tony, mafia material

Hand signal, shoutin' out the plug in the interview

My grandfather used to fuck wit' (-), I could get a few

Scratch the dealers, now we go and get 'em in the inner tube

Breakin' down, distribute, my fingers steady itchin'

Y'all shootin' videos where they 'posed want to kill me

I got 'em under the hood, the soft grade Civic

Balenciaga-rockin', but now it's all Forces

Call me what you want, lately pullin' up in Porsches

I'm the real plug, but started out an enforcer

Failure to comply, most likely might have to force you

Blow your brains out, the body bag or the coffin

Me and the carnal in the Jag sippin' coffee

We don't get harassed by the badge where the warrant?

Never been a confidential witness, not informant

Trappin' out the shop, why you findin' this alarmin'?

I just got it in, watch how quick it disappear

You tall and you can't dress, really, you annoyin'

Lil' mama better get wit' me before I'm out of range

Right, they got him dumb, they kinda put me in the game

Me and Dreka dealin' wit' the green, that's the only play

Five hundred mil turned out in the safe

Call Coca-Cola, they'll tell you I don't plays

Street game legend in the game, I'm a stepper

Stayed at the Polish last time we was together

Mazi take care of my kids when it's up and then get messy

Cheeseburger hit, got the (-), bought the drop

The rap game fake, Kevin Gates, free the Wap (Gucci, nigga)

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