Listen to McGyver (Explicit) song with lyrics from Kevin Gates

McGyver (Explicit)

Kevin Gates22 Sep 2017

McGyver (Explicit) Lyrics

McGyver - Kevin Gates

I call these niggas two packs

 

'Cause all he got is two packs

Frontin' like he run the city why the f**k he do that

 

I'm like Why the f**k he do that

 

Hold up b**ch don't get tired

Go with your move I'm 'bout it

Come through like Uber drivers

My goons move in silence

They turnt up and they wildin'

Niggas know how I'm rockin'

I get it all the way applyin' pressure

Ain't no silence

Clear colors pullin' up everybody head bop

This is not a bandana check out how these shells pop

Say it clear and clisp I had meant to say crisp

All these diamonds in my mouth make me talk with a lisp

I had to rap my sh*t I just had broke my wrist

Don't 'posed to talk to me say bro control your b**ch

I clap on clap on bring that a** here

Was in my feelings 'bout your girl that was last year

You laid up with her I just stay up with her

She ain't like her homegirl she a makeup killer

Take her makeup off and she look way different

Now let me see you work out I love it when you work out

In the hood I issue work out I'm sorry we ain't work out

I got my money right and I forgot about you

 

I for I forgot about you

All the niggas that was hatin' they ain't had a second thought about you

Big Jigga f**k with me I'm on the phone with J Real

I got the roof laid back got lil Dreka right here

I don't trust too many niggas switch up on you they will

MAC fury I put 'em in a combo boom boom boom boom pronto

Get here we mixin' gumbo blockin' sh*t like Mutombo

Run it back ain't no fumble disrespect me go dumbo

I just left out the ward I'm chillin' I'm in the jungle

Checkin' on my lake rent houses flood can't nothin' crumble

I ain't on the internet so I don't hear what they're sayin'

I'm in the streets walk up on you ni**a what is you sayin'

I got somethin' in my and this gon' stop you from playin'

I ain't never went in retirement I'm still in demand

I got the jailhouse clickin' we on fire I got mojo

H-Town boomin' out the dorm on the low though

My niggas from other sections keep it realer than niggas

That come from the same hood we played together as children

You a silly boy hold up you don't know me why we talkin'

Ask your big dog about my yeah real retarded

Hold the shop by myself got it then from here you bought it

Gon' step up through there I'll spray this b**ch like Mad Marvin

My lil' Juvie she golden with killin' and I f**k with her

I just picked her up after school and smoked a blunt with her

I've been f**kin' with lil' NaNa but she been runnin' from me

When I leave she go to uh uh I can't run out of money

 

Everybody 'bout to take a trip to Miami

I don't give a sh*t b**ch I'm kickin' it in Dallas

Get your passport I'm 'bout to take a b**ch to Paris

Champs-Élysées Louis Vuitton but that's average

 

Michael Kors for my whores better be happy

Say it ain't designer then I'm leavin' goddamn it

If I'm the one that bought it for you then it's fantastic

 

Ring bought from Wal-Mart I thought the thought was what mattered