Weeks (Explicit)

Weeks (Explicit) - Kevin Gates

Lyrics by：Marcellus Kevin Gates/Matthew Samuels/Anderson Hernandez/Alexander Izquierdo/Zulema Cusseaux

I ain't took my chains off in weeks

If I tuck it they gon' try to kill me anyway

And I'm prayin' to the god of the streets

God of the streets

Way too big to be discreet anyway

Hope I fly on the arms of my n***as

Arms of my n***as

Wonder why my heart cold n***a soul got the shivers

Baby I ain't took my chains off in weeks

Off in weeks

Love that **** too big to be discreet

To be discreet

He tried to set me up in Dallas broke into his own car

Hahahaha

He not knowin' that I'm psychic and I glow in the dark

Lied on us while in Houston we got throwed in the cross

Sidestepping 'fore he could set me punch a hole in my heart

Ha

Cold quarantine game I looked over your flaws

Big god sellin' raw and I'm controllin' the cost

Ugh

Diamonds on my neck that's a symbol of success

Run you up check you gon' die for your respect

Cautious who you entertain they could be a threat

Out of pocket pull up brrrr on you leave you somewhere stretched

Stretched

Artificial dealers all my visions then got clearer

I cross one in the mirror I'm gon' feel it in my spirit

Ooh

I ain't took my chains off in weeks

If I tuck it they gon' try to kill me anyway

And I'm prayin' to the god of the streets

God of the streets

Way too big to be discreet anyway

Hope I fly on the arms of my n***as

Arms of my n***as

Wonder why my heart cold n***a soul got the shiver

Baby I ain't took my chains off in weeks

Off in weeks

Love that **** too big to be discreet

To be discreet

G-Wag' G-Wag' big bag big bag

C-note C-note

Brr-brr so much machine smoke

Ooh only ones that ride beside me are the ones willin' to die though

Now I keep it underwater just let it breathe

Right there

Just got this brand new thing grrrah

And then exchange when the shots fired

Reportin' live with the Glock .9 by the Southside

Well what up Well

Recordin' live b***h I'm in the studio right now

Money 'bout

In Carolina you could pull up on me right now

Pull up on me right now

We outside yeah ayy

Hol' up pour up

You dig

I glisten hard my earrings dawg

This for Mazzi Rollie I never take my chain off

Chain off

Never talkin' I give that already take your brain off

Brain off

Quarter milli' glist' then I wiped it on my wrist

He be shootin' shots at Brasi but his posture not like this b***h

I ain't took my chains off in weeks

If I tuck it they gon' try to kill me anyway

And I'm prayin' to the god of the streets

God of the streets

Way too big to be discreet anyway

Hope I fly on the arms of my n***as

Arms of my n***as

Wonder why my heart cold n***a soul got the shivers

Baby I ain't took my chains off in weeks

Off in weeks

Love that **** too big to be discreet

To be discreet

G-Wag' G-Wag' big bag big bag

C-note C-note

Brr-brr so much machine smoke

G-Wag' G-Wag' big bag big bag

C-note C-note

Brr-brr so much machine smoke