FWANS Lyrics – Kevin Gates, So Supa, Tre Loaded

Read the full FWANS lyrics by Kevin Gates, So Supa and Tre Loaded from the album Lost Files - The Collection along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Kevin Gates's music, you can also explore Neighborhood Starz and Jumbotron Freestyle, two other songs by Kevin Gates.

[Intro]
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(Ask about BReal and QRed, our name ring)

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Man, my name is Kevin Gates, got that drug dealer swag
If you get it how I get it, throw your cups in the air
Man, that's Kevin Gates, got that drug dealer swag
I can't run out of money, that's that drug dealer cash
Man, fu*k what a n!gga said, I'ma live life
I'ma fu*k hoes, I'ma rock ice
Man, fu*k what a n!gga said, I'ma still flight
I'ma stack bread, I'ma get right

[Verse 1: Tre Loaded]
Nina 392
How you say you not fu*king, got on Daisy Dukes?
I ain't no regular rapper, these bullets'll tackle, so get otu the way when I shoot
I don't play with my food
If I call ABP, better know he gon' do what it do
Since his ass wanna be famous, got hit with a banger and now his whole face on thе news
Baby come fu*k with a cheatеr, I know you an eater, ain't talking Chris Brown how I beat her
I'm hot, but I don't got a fever
I did this s*it on my own, you'll follow the leader
Dope got me higher than pita
If you get put in that room you gonna fold like fajita
Touchdown, don't play no receiver
And if you up, better shoot, cut him up like a pizza
Ayy, pour a deuce in a Faygo
I got some hitters who go when I say so
Didn't have no cheese, had to switch up the payroll
And I be stretching these hoes like some Play-Doh
Hit from the back, put my thumb in her A-hole
Know I'm next to fly out to Barbados
With a white jawn, had to try out the mayo
You can get hit with the Glock or the Draco

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Man, fu*k what a n!gga said, I'ma live life
I'ma fu*k hoes, I'ma rock ice
Man, fu*k what a n!gga said, I'ma still flight
I'ma stack bread, I'ma get right

[Verse 2: So Supa]
B!tch, I'm a dog, Supa a beast
They done fu*ked up, let me off of the leash
I just got a check just like Nike Elite
Quick, get 'em gone, erased, delete
Won't talk to these b!tches because they get aggy
The guap in my pocket, my pants looking baggy
I smoke me a blunt, then go fix me a sandwich
Then hop in the booth and I spit out some damage
I'm happy as fu*k, got more guap than my daddy
A brand-new b!tch and she just came from Paris
And she call me daddy but I'm not her parent
New stick with a scope got some bullets for sharing
Fu*k all that painting, get back to the trapping
Rob me a n!gga, then cop me a jacket
Keep me a steel, you get cut like a packet
New Glock, call it ghetto because this b!tch ratchet
My chain is so bright, you might need solar glasses
I chop off a hand if a b!tch try to snatch it
Was fu*king on b!tches while skipping my classes
You hate on the drip, but you still tryna match it
Thought we was cool, but you snake, you a faggot
You sneak on my girl and act like it ain't happen
I catch you in traffic, I'm working my magic
I made that b!tch stretch her throat like she elastic

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Man, that's Kevin Gates, got that drug dealer swag
If you get it how I get it, throw your cups in the air
Man, that's Kevin Gates, got that drug dealer swag
I can't run out of money, that's that drug dealer cash
Man, fu*k what a n!gga said, I'ma live life
I'ma fu*k hoes, I'ma rock ice
Man, fu*k what a n!gga said, I'ma still flight
I'ma stack bread, I'ma get right

[Outro: Kevin Gates]
(Ask about BReal and QRed, our name ring)
Man, fu*k what a n!gga said
Fu*k what a n!gga said
Man, fu*k what a n!gga said