Sip Slow (Kevin Gates) Lyrics

Watch a real nigga eat the beat, and then he talk about the shit when the shit record

Brunch Klub music

Bitch, I got no time, I gotta get this bread

Three hoes feel like Santa, nigga, give me my sled

I get the pot hot like I'm cookin' a egg

Jump in that head first like I'm missin' a leg

New Orleans nigga, got my finger on the trigger

Posted in the hood, got a 40 and a Swisher

Posted in the hood, feds watchin', take a picture

If you tryin' to jack somethin', boy, we know we gotta get ya

Bitch, I'm the truth, wild out in the boot

Shout out to my uncle, got me fuckin' with the goose

Shout out to my bitch, if I'm sick, get me soup

Stop fuckin' with 2K, I ain't tryin' to get snoop

Heard your new shit, we ain't fuckin' with you

Gotta do my own thing, do what I gotta do

White keys, open doors, well, bitch, I need two

I need that coupe, I don't need no roof

Love that mud, man, I need that juice

Your bitch ain't safe, your best friend ain't too

I got a lot of problems, I ain't focused on you

She fuckin' with the crew, but that ain't nothin' new

She fuckin' with the crew, but that's all that she do

Gotta keep to myself, cause these niggas so foo

Pull up 38, like Jordan with the flu

I'm a beast, I'm a dog, like I came out the zoo

My girl, she a fan, so we fucked to that new

Had to tell her that these niggas can't fuck with me

Cop a pistol, so I know she gon' bust for me

On that Kevin shit, kickin' bitches, no touchin' me

In the purgatory every time that she suckin' me

Cop a pistol, so I know she gon' bust for me

On that Kevin shit, kickin' bitches, no touchin' me

In the purgatory every time that she suckin' me

Gang

Bitch, you know this nigga loud

She go to the gang

She go to the gang

She go to the gang

She got the 25 stacks, at the bar

Ice on my wrist

Step into this building, get your brand in here

Whiz, bitch

Back up in my shed, the brains blowin' out

King of all the ride-highs

Lay it high

I'm talkin' like it's just a start