What He Say Lyrics – Kevin Gates

Read the full What He Say 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]
(Ask about BReal and QRed, our name ring)

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
Hold it down for my cookout (What?), Ace, way to look out
Working with ’bout twenty, my neck and my wrist flooded
Scrapping, I’m so sickening, rapping, I’m more ignant
Saran-wrapped packs for stacks, Nicole Simpson
Pull up on the ave, I’m bamming that old Jeezy
Give my n!ggas dap, get back in that four-seater
Check on my lil’ trap, get back to the Four Seasons
I’ma break her back, a mack and I mean it
I’ma keep a strap attached to my pen!s
Pour me some of that, sit back, now I’m leaning
Haters that attack, the MAC’ll steam clean ’em
Hop up in the ‘Lac, relax, now we speeding
Floating kinda potent, I’m smoking that alpine
Your girl playing with the remote to the Alpine
So I know why you gerbils be staring
‘Cause I whip the drop-top Carrera

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
I’m Kevin Gates (Huh), the hottest n!gga down South
Nakamichi surround sound in my townhouse
At the Classic with my n!gga acting, ’bout to wild out
’88 with the loud growl make ’em bow down
My fingertips is freezing, my collarbones anemic
My other wrist bulimic, throw up everything I feed it
Heard I got the word on a n!gga, I’m gon’ scheme it
I will bring the fitted and rip ’em for four chickens
Kevin hit the block, Kevin make it roll
Kevin like to cook two and a quarters on the stove (Get it)
Kevin be with Tom (What?), Kevin riding rims (Huh?)
Don’t like the microwave ’cause it take away the strength, yeah
My baking soda print put a stamp on the connection
You ask me anything, keep it platinum every question (Whatever)
Catch me on the rebound, open-seam label
Price white, white, whiter than Josephine Baker

[Chorus]
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]
(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