The Gate Lyrics

Hop out the whip i ended on front street

All red seats they look like lunch meat

Six foot killa i feel like Quian Chi

Kicking up new money feel like high knees

No grill and I'm still out glowing

Big blunts I'm still out blowing

In the party like it's snowing

Real life shit I'm just quoting

Two foreign whips I'm calling Siamese

Double cup I sip it slowly

Why hating they don't even know me

Shawty hit me said she lonely

Don't give a fuck imma do my thang

See no evil like my name is Kane

Fortune coming in I'm telling yah mane

Teach cried when she seen the dream

Another cup uh, another night you can have one but think twice

Another cup uh, another night you can have one but think twice

Shawty who you plotting with

Your best friend called anonyms

I'm at the shop and shit

Asked the homie what size is this

I was a troubled kid

Math i never had a problem with

Finna just head to the crib

Shawty who you riding with

I'm getting these racks in solitude

You say I'm wrong the fuck i do

You made that bed shawty now lay on it too

You love games but don't try to play me boo

You love was strange think that's why i fucked with you

Another cup uh, another night you can have one but think twice

Another cup uh, another night you can have one but think twice

Hop out the whip i ended on front street

All red seats they look like lunch meat

Six foot killa i feel like Quian Chi

Kicking up new money feel like high knees

No grill and I'm still out glowing

Big blunts I'm still out blowing

In the party like it's snowing real life shit I'm just quoting