Tekst piosenki 'Luca Brasi Freestyle' wykonawcy Kevin Gates

I mean, Lidocaine, Isotope, Bolivia
Mother of pearl, Acetone
I'm really in the streets with it

808Godz

Fourth quarter pressure
Five ton jack
With the metal box
Breadwinners stamp
Fourth quarter pressure
Five ton jack
With the metal box
Breadwinners stamp
Fourth quarter pressure
Breadwinners stamp
With the metal box
Five ton jack
Fourth quarter pressure
Breadwinners stamp
With the metal box
Five ton jack

With the acetone Rico press it back (I do)
Took a four way and its jumpin back
Five hunnid racks on a whole pack
Bad bitch on the road bout to run it back
Cell phone ring that's another hunnid g's (hello?)
Asian out in Cali bout to send a bunch of p's
Cell phone ring that's another hunnid g's (hello?)
Asian out in Cali bout to send a ton of p's

Fourth quarter pressure
Five ton cheque
With the metal box
Breadwinners stamp
Fourth quarter pressure
Five ton jack
With the metal box
Breadwinners stamp
Fourth quarter pressure
Breadwinners stamp
With the metal box
Five ton jack
Fourth quarter pressure
Breadwinners stamp
With the metal box
Five ton jack

You ever jump out on a nigga block and you heard me
And just been like, ayo who the big dawg is?
I’m getting them whole I’m getting the load they come off
A plane they come off a boat
The AT wanna pull in a long, beep
Packing backs into the zone beep
Plauging we hit like a phone
Text messages, I settle it wrong
Text something, your nigga be gone
He ain’t on the connect that I’m strong
I send a hit and the pressure be on
Riding in Bentley’s, mind your business
Im the business, we in the building
Breadwinner, mafia material
Breadcrumbs, not with the cereal
Bread don when I look in the mirror
Dope in the pot here making a miracle
Hold on boo, don't get histarical
We in the gutter, shit’ll look scary
That’s if you scared, I am not scared
You are not fresh, what are you wearing
When I get dressed, people are staring
Think what you want, I am not caring
That my lil ho, I don’t mind sharing
She keep it solid, moving in silence
At times we’ll be here in repair
Nobody perfect, we’ll understand
Bought her kicks, gave her some bands
She hold the sack, thumbing through that
I hit from the back, I make contact
Pulling her hair, we in a trans
All the jakes seen her naked
Still serving while I’m flexing
Shirt off and I’m sexy
Skrrt off in the Lexus
Straight roaming, I’m a legend
Gold Mack 9.11

Rap talk, I’m a veteran
Cooking the brick and I’m making the stiff
I got it cooling right in the kitchen
Food booming right in the trenches
New booty, give me your digits
Sticking dick all in your kidneys
New jewelry really ridiculous
New coupe remove ceilings
Toot scoop, nigga we dripping
Ice moving all of my digits
Bitch bad, booty got dippers
Spherical face ain’t do it got pimples
Dunk her off, she living in Denver
Migo called, tell him to send her
Wrong sides, certain deliver
Rolls Royce, shitting on niggas
Snow choice, both gonna kill him
Mouth swear, you can not mimick
This high, im really living
Truth be told im one of them niggas
Truth be told I showed a few niggas
Im a trophy, I’m in the sitting
Trap spot, we going digits
Gleesh button, punish them with it
Glitch coming, in a few minutes
Say you ain’t dead then why you pretending?
Weren’t it for me you wouldn’t be living
Pull up on sides, hop out in vintage
Im really with it, standing detention
Making decisions, how we gon fix this?