Right Where I’m Supposed To Be Lyrics – Kevin Gates

Read the full Right Where I’m Supposed To Be lyrics by Kevin Gates 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 Manifest and Right Where I’m Supposed To Be, two other songs by Kevin Gates.

I’m shopping with Mills baby

[Verse 1]
Married my hustle, came up out the slums, we eloped with it
Mama look, your favorite son a big dope dealer
Told me pick something I’m good at I trophied em
The Metraton loads safe to say that I’m dope with it
(No assumptions)
I ain’t thinking, I know it
Cartel where I’m going
The fedora brim had to bend that
The shirt buttoned buss open
Tatted up bad complemented my swag
I’m a brick layer chick give a glance imma fu*k on her
Find out my partner wanna tap I can’t love on her
Simple you get in yo feelings wanna cuff on her

[Talking]
On this holy Devine day, I hearby manifest the big body, all black Range Rover Autobiography SV — with the brains blowed out, with the yellow calibers. The same energy in the universe is the same energy in me and with that energy I command it to be

Right where I supposed to be

[Verse 2]
Skilled in some areas, shooter like Steph and if I’m in your area brandish your weapon
I’ll send you to heaven without second guessing it
Walking off calmly tuck my accessories
New holding company, we assessing it
I’m not compromising, I got out my body
Still apologizing to my neck and wrist
Newborn baby crying had her necked wrist
Ice on my fingers and both of my wrists was my emerald cut pendant
Don’t know what neglection is
Babysit bricks tryna take all my children
The CPS come but they know what protection is
Secret compartment don’t know where my weapon is
Woo
Shout out my Mexican

Woo
I’m in the transport package land
Turn where I stand to a dance floor
She think it’s cute love the way I be moving
Feeling real groovy don’t know how to dance tho
We out in public when we finished eating we interlock fingers she can’t let my hands go
This not a grill, I can floss in between em
My diamonds be twinkling whenever I’m speaking
Imma big eagle, they peep my demeanor, without even thinking she loving my swag tho

Right where I’m supposed to be

[Verse 3]
Bae, shout out her old n!gga
He did not want her to grow bigger
Mama, mama
Yo favorite son don’t do no tripping
Bae that’s my mama
Mama that’s bae
Yo favorite son a big dope dealer
Say you want grandbabies, I’m bout to make you some
Take her home, bathe her and dope d!ck her
Bae you that thang and I’m that thang
We bout to make us some dope children
One other thing, they not gone ever be dope dealers

Right where I’m supposed to be