Kevin Gates - Tattoo Session Lyrics

When I met dude, I told dude
Yeah, you sayin' you won't f*ck with me but
You know, we don't need to have no contract
You know, if I don't keep it real, you already know what to do me
Let's go

My nigga got a pint now, I'm pulling up on the west end
Face card digital, Challenger with the FN
Situation critical, calibers got to step in
They get out of jail, no answers, you gettin' left in
I just pull up outside in a foreign in this bitch
I ain't got on no designer, women swarmin' in this bitch
My eyes are squeezed like I'm foreign in this bitch
IDGT, ain't no snorin' in this bitch (go)
Breadwinner team (go), breadwinner team (go)
Breadwinner team, no surrender, no retreat
Breadwinner team (go), breadwinner team (go)
Breadwinner team, no surrender, no retreat
Now watch the watch how it dance, while I thumb through the bands
Sellin' rocks in my trap, got beaucoup racks in my pants
In the bottom, hold up, what up, man? Shout out to Lil Vance
On the phone with Jason, keep it gangster know how we be playin'
If you like 'em you can f*ck 'em too, you know we don't be carin'
We ain't have a lot when comin' up, you know we be sharin'
I used to f*ck with shorty tough, I gave her to my daddy
Kept it real when we was comin' up, you need somethin', get at me
I broke up with her for Nikka, I pull up on Oleander
(Yeah, I was f*ckin' with Maurice daughter, man
That nigga used to keep it real with me
Used to drop us off at the movies and shit
I think the bitch was called City Place at the time, or
Yeah, um, I forgot, but f*ck it)
B-Bitch, I'm turnin' up in foreigns, caught a juug in Alabama
Kayla tellin' me she pregnant for some nigga out in Plaquemine
I got family across the water, we all the way retarded
We got acres, we got horses, what I meant to say was 'Rari's
And I wanna fly to the other side of the country
Gettin' brain on a private jet when I'm steady runnin' to the money
Thuggin' on my mind, all I see is dollar signs
And everybody watchin' when the whips pass by
Now watch the watch how it dance, while I thumb through the bands
Sellin' rocks in my trap, got beaucoup racks in my pants
I got family across the water, we all the way retarded
We got acres, we got horses, what I meant to say was 'Rari's
It ain't shit to get a ho, I got Mac Dre flow
Why you f*ckin' with a square? I'm a certified player
When I rock Louis Vuitton people stop and stare
Fell in Nieman Marcus had this Gucci love affair
When I talk my diamonds glare, I got every pair
If its something new by Coogi I'm completely unaware
Hold up, that's my dawg, had to show him bean ball
Had to fold him, beefin' with the home team
Watch how I act like I don't know 'em
Panoramic roof inside the coupe, I could look up and talk to God
Gettin' brains, lookin' at the stars, I say thank you, Lord
Its on everything its like a dealership in my garage
Step inside the car then we take off and go to Mars
Smokin' satellites, loaded with them bars
Prison like fillin' prescriptions, I go hard behind the bars
Pack got a runner, run it back
Macaroni Tony in the hamper
College life, star running back
Step team swaggin' on the campus
I'm a fly nigga, button down
Collared shirts and designer fabrics
F*ck it, baby, maybe I ain't flashy
Bust it, baby, steady be harassin'
Slap her ass, who the f*ck you sassin'?
Told her friends, "Girl, he f*ckin' nasty"
Cutter with the pistol and assassin
Jumping out the window with the ratchet
Soccer player kickin' it with Samson
She the truth, makin' an example
Won't forget I done been embarrassed
DUB show, I done been to Dallas
In attendance, somethin' that was average
Baby daddy playin' for the Mavericks
People sayin', "Kevin, stop the madness"
I don't know, couple stubborn habits
Money level, jumping acrobatics
Band camp swimming with lil' daddy
Meant to say diving in the shit
Interstate flying with a brick
Glidin' with the iron in the clip
Face card, buy 'em and conceal
Send 'em back wrapped in Saran
Vacuum seal trailer with the wheel
Hate the way I'm playin' in the field
Taylor Made, staying in for real
Dress code orange all in one
All white coming with the stripes
Novel reading skimming through the pages
Modulating, contemplating things
Uh-uh, but you complicating things
Know he jealous, in his heart he timid
Tell a pussy nigga mind his business
Start a fight, he wouldn't start a engine
Sleep him, he could argue with the fishes
No retreat and never no surrender
Excellent, whatever you can mention
Beautiful, creative ingenuity
Barnes and Nobel, chauffeur with extensions
Women winnin', got to pay attention
(I don't know what I'm doin')
Not in love but lovin' your position
Push button, switchin' the ignition
Love myself, people say I'm picky
Other partner don't believe in trickin'
Down south nigga thinking different
One of mine want it, I'ma get it
Breadwinner stickin' to the mission
One God, this is my religion
(I don't know what the f*ck the world comin' to
Gates got every nigga in the game talkin' 'bout they eat booty
And you know, eatin' booty and
What other shit that nigga do? Sag his pants and
Cell phones and gettin' money and all that bitch ass shit
That ain't no real nigga shit that nigga be doin', man
That a nigga a bitch, man
I wouldn't tell him that to his face, but, but, but
He is a bitch
Yeah, straight up, you know I'ma say it behind his back
When he come, I ain't gon' say nothin'
But when he leave, it's f*ck him again
You know how that go
You know)