Letra de I Don’t Hit It With The Fork - Kevin Gates

Call MAC100it, you heard me? (58 present the gang)

Khaza (Deluxe) on the way, you heard me?

Out my mind right now

I don't wan' talk, bitch

Hurt people, hurt people

And I'm destroyed on the inside

I'm droppin' the raw in the jar

Watchin' it melt into oil

Same water from the boil

Bustin' a book of the soft

Ink wrap on the package

Get it in, get it off (Doo)

Breadwinner, I'm a don

Slum Lord in the slums

Grab the towel, put the towel down

Fingertip the Pyrex

Hmm, I'ma lift it with my palm

In the kitchen, I perform

I'm receivin' an applause

Trap girl lookin' on the stove cookin'

She think it's cute when I wiggle my arms (Ayy)

General stitched in the dick in my shorts

Takin' my lick, I don't know how to talk (I talk)

Nothing like them, I don't know what you saw

Hmm, I don't hit it with the fork

Excuse me, I'm lit, I'm collectin' my thoughts

I'm pressure and please don't expect me to call

Shawty bend over, she makin' it arch

I'm deep in her stomach, I'm makin' it fart

Supplyin' that lumber, she told me she love me

I go get the money, I don't get involved

Sluttie, she thuggin' with me and my dawgs

She loyal, so she 'bout to get a new car

Pop Smoke with it, real dope dealer

Know that if I give a call, then it's war

Bricks of the heroine, makin' 'em nod

Deliverin' the issue, distributing far

Soap and a book of Chyna, turn on the blender and hit with a zip of the tar

Sixty-three grams with two in the quarter, Lord

I don't hit it with the fork

Ayy, Gates, I love you homie

You know how to make [?] like mexicano

When I hit your boy with the knife

[?] and his brain can't take it, you know

La Raza

Let's get it

Hmm, I'm a big speaker, I'm really retarded

Say I'm a big eagle, I'm cleared for departure

Switch on a bitch, get a binary trigger

But you ain't know that 'cause you fakin' and flodgin'

Pay for the order, they crossin' the border

But shoutout to Florida, we posted in Georgia

Went to Jamaica, we hangin' with gangsta

But they thought that we went to play in the water

Mixtape droppin', called, "I love my plug"

He love that I'm datin' his daughter

Columbian bricks in a secret compartment

Cuban cigars and a shipment of tartar

Movin' too fast, how you end up a target

Went slow, beat the show, so I move like a tortoise

Hellcat, vroom, I put it in throttle

Fresh out the car, like nothin', I'm dodgin'

Back up and rank, I'm a hell of a artist

In San Diego and I'm in a charger

Whoever wan' purchase a feature from me, it ain't free

I'm a street nigga, I gotta charge you

Whoever wan' beef with the king, to proceed you, immediately, you gon' leave in a coffin

Khaza (Deluxe) on the way, tell the label they get in the way

I'ma drop it tomorrow

No longer get in my feelings

I'm like Bryson Tiller, I'm sorry, I am not sorry

Big booty bitch [?]

She wiggle that ass like Ari

Yeah, you ain't gotta extend it

Give me somethin' else to punch on

Wagwan, General

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