"What He Say" lyrics
(Ask about BReal and QRed, our name ring)
Man, that's Kevin Gates, got that drug dealer swag
If you get it how I get it, throw your cups in the air
Man, that's Kevin Gates, got that drug dealer swag
I can't run out of money, that's that drug dealer cash
Man, fuck what a nigga said, I'ma live life
I'ma fuck hoes, I'ma rock ice
Man, fuck what a nigga said, I'ma still flight
I'ma stack bread, I'ma get right
Hold it down for my cookout (What?), Ace, way to look out
Workin' with 'bout twenty, my neck and my wrist flooded
Scrappin', I'm so sickenin', rappin', I'm more ignant
Saran-wrapped packs for stacks, Nicole Simpson
Pull up on the ave, I'm bammin' that old Jeezy
Give my niggas dap, get back in that four-seater
Check on my lil' trap, get back to the Four Seasons
I'ma break her back, a mack and I mean it
I'ma keep a strap attached to my penis
Pour me some of that, sit back, now I'm leanin'
Haters that attack, the MAC'll steam clean 'em
Hop up in the 'Lac, relax, now we speedin'
Floatin' kinda potent, I'm smokin' that alpine
Your girl playin' with the remote to the Alpine
So I know why you gerbils be starin'
'Cause I whip the drop-top Carrera
Man, that's Kevin Gates, got that drug dealer swag
If you get it how I get it, throw your cups in the air
Man, that's Kevin Gates, got that drug dealer swag
I can't run out of money, that's that drug dealer cash
Man, fuck what a nigga said, I'ma live life
I'ma fuck hoes, I'ma rock ice
Man, fuck what a nigga said, I'ma still flight
I'ma stack bread, I'ma get right
I'm Kevin Gates (Huh), the hottest nigga down South
Nakamichi surround sound in my townhouse
At the Classic with my nigga actin', 'bout to wild out
'88 with the loud growl make 'em bow down
My fingertips is freezin', my collarbones anemic
My other wrist bulimic, throw up everything I feed it
Heard I got the word on a nigga, I'm gon' scheme it
I will bring the fitted and rip 'em for four chickens
Kevin hit the block, Kevin make it roll
Kevin like to cook two and a quarters on the stove (Get it)
Kevin be with Tom (What?), Kevin ridin' rims (Huh?)
Don't like the microwave 'cause it take away the strength (Yeah)
My baking soda print put a stamp on the connection
You ask me anything, keep it platinum every question (Whatever)
Catch me on the rebound, open-seam label
Price white, white, whiter than Josephine Baker
Man, that's Kevin Gates, got that drug dealer swag
If you get it how I get it, throw your cups in the air
Man, that's Kevin Gates, got that drug dealer swag
I can't run out of money, that's that drug dealer cash
Man, fuck what a nigga said, I'ma live life
I'ma fuck hoes, I'ma rock ice
Man, fuck what a nigga said, I'ma still flight
I'ma stack bread, I'ma get right
(Ask about BReal and QRed, our name ring)
Man, fuck what a nigga said
Fuck what a nigga said
Man, fuck what a nigga said
Man, that's Kevin Gates, got that drug dealer swag
If you get it how I get it, throw your cups in the air
Man, that's Kevin Gates, got that drug dealer swag
I can't run out of money, that's that drug dealer cash
Man, fuck what a nigga said, I'ma live life
I'ma fuck hoes, I'ma rock ice
Man, fuck what a nigga said, I'ma still flight
I'ma stack bread, I'ma get right
Hold it down for my cookout (What?), Ace, way to look out
Workin' with 'bout twenty, my neck and my wrist flooded
Scrappin', I'm so sickenin', rappin', I'm more ignant
Saran-wrapped packs for stacks, Nicole Simpson
Pull up on the ave, I'm bammin' that old Jeezy
Give my niggas dap, get back in that four-seater
Check on my lil' trap, get back to the Four Seasons
I'ma break her back, a mack and I mean it
I'ma keep a strap attached to my penis
Pour me some of that, sit back, now I'm leanin'
Haters that attack, the MAC'll steam clean 'em
Hop up in the 'Lac, relax, now we speedin'
Floatin' kinda potent, I'm smokin' that alpine
Your girl playin' with the remote to the Alpine
So I know why you gerbils be starin'
'Cause I whip the drop-top Carrera
Man, that's Kevin Gates, got that drug dealer swag
If you get it how I get it, throw your cups in the air
Man, that's Kevin Gates, got that drug dealer swag
I can't run out of money, that's that drug dealer cash
Man, fuck what a nigga said, I'ma live life
I'ma fuck hoes, I'ma rock ice
Man, fuck what a nigga said, I'ma still flight
I'ma stack bread, I'ma get right
I'm Kevin Gates (Huh), the hottest nigga down South
Nakamichi surround sound in my townhouse
At the Classic with my nigga actin', 'bout to wild out
'88 with the loud growl make 'em bow down
My fingertips is freezin', my collarbones anemic
My other wrist bulimic, throw up everything I feed it
Heard I got the word on a nigga, I'm gon' scheme it
I will bring the fitted and rip 'em for four chickens
Kevin hit the block, Kevin make it roll
Kevin like to cook two and a quarters on the stove (Get it)
Kevin be with Tom (What?), Kevin ridin' rims (Huh?)
Don't like the microwave 'cause it take away the strength (Yeah)
My baking soda print put a stamp on the connection
You ask me anything, keep it platinum every question (Whatever)
Catch me on the rebound, open-seam label
Price white, white, whiter than Josephine Baker
Man, that's Kevin Gates, got that drug dealer swag
If you get it how I get it, throw your cups in the air
Man, that's Kevin Gates, got that drug dealer swag
I can't run out of money, that's that drug dealer cash
Man, fuck what a nigga said, I'ma live life
I'ma fuck hoes, I'ma rock ice
Man, fuck what a nigga said, I'ma still flight
I'ma stack bread, I'ma get right
(Ask about BReal and QRed, our name ring)
Man, fuck what a nigga said
Fuck what a nigga said
Man, fuck what a nigga said
