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Kevin Gates - Mexico Lyrics

I don't get tired

I'm either cooking dope or selling dope
Come and get it if you lookin, I ain't stretching dope
Scoring on the bluff, I'm tryna catch a slope?
Up under your house, tryna listen with the stepper scope
That gangsta shit, that ain't the shit you ready for
How I'm coming with the drum and you would never know
Dress up like a woman and they let it go
Narco trafficante cocaina (?)

Double cups of syrup, bet they bag (?) bad move
Matter fact shawty say she love my tattoos
I don't smile, South side Baton Rouge
had it wild coming up
Didn't happen over night, took a while coming up
(?) broke my jaw with the flash light
All because I ain't want make
my pockets look like bunny ears
Killed a nigga, broken (?) piss running down my leg
We ain't hide the gun behind Ms Cadney (?) house
Out my business, learnt how to keep my partners out
Sip ya tea pussy don't know what you talkin bout
Fresh felly with the line (?)
Bought cars for my team now we all up
Get out of line with my team and we all bussed
Cutting up bad, (?) through the bands
Salmonella passed, hanging off my ass
9 milli 38 don't make me do the hammer dance

I'm either cooking dope or selling dope
Come and get it if you lookin, I ain't stretching dope
Scoring on the bluff, I'm tryna catch a slope?
Up under your house, tryna listen with the stepper scope
That gangsta shit, that ain't the shit you ready for
How I'm coming with the drum and you would never know
Dress up like a woman and they let it go
Narco trafficante cocaina (?)

Bricks to the South, Beeto and Bryan
South 14 let the house gettin off
Redid the over shawty took it
and then got lost on my nigga damn
Now I'm wishin I could talk to my nigga
Feds snatch Eazy, he should've ran
I wasn't lucky I got picked up with the blam
Tell Lil Corner if it wasn't for they pussy ass boy
From the start being loyal but they wasn't fair
Cocaine when it's good it'll be jumping back
I'm getting 2 whole things tryna run a land
When its all out war, I don't understand
Look a nigga in the eye if he under hand
(?) get em snatched like a fucking (?)
Hard to move by yourself lot of killer ants
Wishing I could turn back set of different hands
Nothing bigger than the B, I got different plans

I'm either cooking dope or selling dope
Come and get it if you lookin, I ain't stretching dope
Scoring on the bluff, I'm tryna catch a slope?
Up under your house, tryna listen with the stepper scope
That gangsta shit, that ain't the shit you ready for
How I'm coming with the drum and you would never know
Dress up like a woman and they let it go
Narco trafficante cocaina (?)

(?) running up a shift, yard 30 shots out the take 4 jam
Fist fought, live broke, diving in my bitch car
Shoulder in my lip card, hell on the pitch fork
What they doing? Save them screaming
"Kevin where you going? "
You don't see all of these bad bitches I got for you
Want you to get that pussy round
and don't have no abortion
Diggin in your pocket, quater point it, child support you
Spend all your money then go broke
you know I support you
Ride with that pistol police catch you, then gon adios you
Then I'ma laugh while you in jail
and act like I don't know you
Go rob that nigga over there, know he ain't got it on him
Calls pulling up, supplying, know I love the corner
Graduated to your own trap, somebody try you
Fire you make them take a long nap
Aye, you graduated to your own trap, open
Fire nigga try, you take a long nap