Fire Lyrics – Kevin Gates

Read the full Fire lyrics by Kevin Gates from the album Lost Files – The Collection along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro]
(QRed on the track)
Leave me in the cold
When you came to me, I could never tell you no

[Verse 1]
You fu*kers no longer have the right to tell me nothing
You keep stunting, chrome d!cks go the belly button
My 40 told me keep it real ’cause I ahingt here for stunting
I upll this trigger, ti might hit you in your eaer or soemthing
Quick to tell a n!gga fu*k you, you ain’t liking me
That’s why you be walking, ain’t no talking on the side of me

No, it aing now alk int eh park what you call easy
Been fell off my pivot, got up and I starte ating
(??) turining the corner, my roof open, purpole so potent, you smell it like you smoking
Seen, btu you seen no frown, lean like I’m Nino Brown
Fiends keep on coming ’round, kis come from out of town
Ski see the cheese and be cheesing, leave ’em
Emotion put my pockets on the freakies, tease ’em
Bank account visa, jumping out a Bimmer
Looking for a reason, but they know I don’t need one
I’m the type of n!gga be moving go get my Gucci luggage
(??) group is (??) say my belt don’t match my Gucci, fu*k it
After the meal sits
Telling Travis ’bout her lips with the vacuum-seal tips

[Interlude]
My name Kevin Gates and I’m like
I’mt he man down here (??) I’m like one of the hottest n!ggas out s*it right now, you know
Truth be told, but, I kept a humble approach in the game and I never
I never let my, my character or whatever exceed my
My rapping character

[Verse 2]
Flex fuel injection, pressing hard on the pedal
Swoop through in the shh, it’s wahtever, my heart in the ghetto
Baggy jeans so the magazine seems

Infrared see-through cartridge, my travel beam
New-school vert, converting the hard tops like
Ooh,t he truth hurt, too perfect to fall off like
If I’m ever brogugtht tot he height of my disposition
My position wil l change and won’t remain local
Now I’m like postal, see me on a poster
Hit you with the Hulk and you won’t make it where you’re ‘posed to
Rather die buried with figures shining my life away
Simple motherfu*ker, I concentrate if it’s night or day
Give me all your green, b!tch, I mean ’cause I said so
Two up in a twenty, make me lean like my leg broke
Don’t know how to let go, heavy-object holder
If you test me, I’ma show you, take the Desy out and stroke ’em

[Outro]
Leave me in the cold
When you came to me, I could never tell you no