Smoke something, bitch.
I'm on it and stay rolling.
I got the top down.
By myself.
By myself.
Stay rolling.
Rolling.
Rolling.
Getting high off.
By myself.
By myself.
And stay rolling.
Rolling.
Rolling.
I got the top down.
By myself.
By myself.
Stay rolling.
Rolling.
Oh, brother.
Oh, no.
By myself.
By myself.
Hey.
Yeah.
The Fatshis Mackis.
Handsome and charming.
The biggest blackest statues global but you can catch me in the streets.
Poetry is what I write.
Not for killing any beef.
Yeah.
Green trees were my swisher hole.
Doing a hundred.
Trying to keep that bitch off in the road.
Marvin saying to me through the speakers.
The roof cracked nigga just to air it out a little.
And I'm not answering the phone.
I'm just just trying to enjoy my zone money on my mind and a chest full of strong me and my 45
So I'm really not
Deep but I still ain't lonely the four five on me sitting on some chrome it my homie told me he gonna try to ride
This evening I catch him later on right now
I'm blowing strong gone
Flossing in the world of my own ain't really trying to hear so I turned off the phone the kush daddy burning
Top -down turning in love with my hustle, so I'm thinking about my earnings. Oh, yeah, by the way, Texas where I stay
It's definitely all good. I'm with Kiki today, but I'm okay hit the interstate and make me a loop
I'm in the suicide drop. They mean I'm rolling the coop
I'm by myself
My name Kevin Gates people call me Kevin and a rented 650 blowing smoke up to the heaven
My demeanor should keep calm sleeves on each on trees get chiefed on freaks
We sleep down percussion in the trunk of what others would call bass
Old -school hundreds contained in the small faces in regards the way kind of been getting money bed bidding never with me
No one's been doing it for me
Packets action in the state while I'm driving and publicly out in public publicity when I'm shopping lane change change
May be w -8 just part of me being made
Down
Oh
It's getting out by myself
