Get Shot Up (Kevin Gates Diss) lyrics

by

Quando Rondo


[Intro]
f*ck that pus*y n*gga Kevin Gates
b*tch n*gga ass n*gga no ass n*gga
Who the f*ck you think you are n*gga
You di*k-sucking ass b*tch, you ain't sh*t but a motherf*cking b*tch
Quando Rondo n*gga

[Verse]
Separate the weak from the obsolete
Hard to creep them Baton Rouge streets
It's on n*gga, f*ck all that bickering beef
I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet
Thundering, shaking the concrete
Then the sh*t stop when I foil the plot
Neighbors call the cops, said they heard mad shots
Saw me in the drop, three and a quarter
Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter
Old school, new school need to learn though
I burn, baby, burn like "Disco Inferno"
Burn slow like blunts with yayo
Peel more skins than Idaho Potato
n*ggas know: the lyrical molesting is taking place
f*cking with Quando it ain't safe
I make your skin chafe, rashes on them asses
Bumps and bruises, blunts and Land Cruisers
Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools
n*ggas mad because I know that cash rules
Everything around me two Glock 9s
Any motherf*cker whispering about mines
And I'm Crooklyn's finest
You rewind this, my gang behind this
Who the f*ck you think you are n*gga
This sh*t ain't no f*cking game
You came from no street, you a pus*y n*gga
Get shot up like Pac and Biggie
Uh, and she wonder why I cheat
They wonder why I get them for the cheap
Your b*tch got "Wonder Why' on repeat
And after we f*ck she clean the di*k she so neat
Neat freak
We winnin' no cheat sheet
Big sh*t to you centipedes
Big sh*t this a A.M.G
Know we havin' drums like KFC
And they know we drop bombs, know when the cops come better run
f*ck Kevin Gates
b*tch

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