Lyrics Yonce Freestyle (Kevin’s Version) - Kevin Gates

Bam-bam-bam-bam, bah-da-da-da (Out there)
Out there, mm
Out there
Bam-bam-bam-bam, bah-da-da-da (EJ, talk to 'em)

New squad, pretty broads
Bread Winner superstars, no façade
Designer store inside the mall, goin' hard
Let 'em know that I'm a dog, live by the law, ball 'til I fall
Entourage, a lot of rods
Bread Winner elevator in my garage
Micro exotic bulldogs, exotic cars
Level two, push the button, I levitated

The doors open to the ocean with the helipad
This a celebration, bad bitch on the yoga mat
In here meditating
Pinky rings, private planes
Chocolate face inside the Rollie
Beamers and Serena, diamond tennis chains

Beyoncé concert, I'm beyond turnt (ooh)
If I come off this shirt, baby might forget the verse (bam-bam-bam-bam, bah-da-da-da)
Beyoncé concert, I'm beyond turnt
With a big booty bitch, baby, let me see you work (bam-bam-bam-bam, bah-da-da-da)
The Addy kicked in, I'm Michael Jackson bad (bad)
Now, what's your Cash App? I'm tryna hit you from the back (hit you from the back)
The Addy kicked in (yeah), I'm Michael Jackson bad (yeah)
Now, what's your Cash App? I'm tryna hit you from the back (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Ay, bitch, bend over (over), stand up on your toes (toes)
Lock your knees back, baby, breathe through your nose
I said, "Bitch, bend over (over), stand up on your toes (toes)
Lock your knees back, baby, breathe through your nose"

Now, let me see you work out, I love it when you work out
Now, let me see you work out, I love it when you work out
Now, let me see you work out, I love it when you work out
I love it when you work out, I love that heater on me
Baby, whoo!

Cool me down
I'm distributin' Whitney Houston, Bobby Brown
High and fluffy, Eukanuba, puppy child
She took a shot of 42 doin' Molly thuggin' with the Chinatown
Off the room, friends know I'm the truth
She can't quiet down
Ass too up there to the roof, while you facin' down
Said, "You better not shout, you gon' wake up all the kids"
She said "Take some' out, that dick going in her ribs"

Buss' that ass (bop, bop) while I rip her from the rear
And my ice bling blaow, shining like a chandelier
I'm 'bout that action, I'm in the gym, I'm getting swole
Making music, selling out my shows, distributing loads
If she listen to my song, she want me to stroke her slow
Ooh, spit inside her mouth, and throw that dick inside her throat
Grip her legs, put 'em by her head while she getting choked
Know I'm yeah, messin' up the bed, now we on the floor
(Hah, hah, hah, hah)

Beyoncé concert, I'm beyond turnt (hah, hah, hah)
Beyoncé concert, I'm beyond turnt
The Addy kicked in, I'm Michael Jackson bad (Bad)
Now, what's your Cash App? I'm tryna hit you from the back
The Addy kicked in (yeah), I'm Michael Jackson bad (yeah)
Now, what's your Cash App? I'm tryna hit you from the back

Ay, bitch, bend over (over), stand up on your toes (toes)
Lock your knees back, baby, breathe through your nose
I said, "Bitch, bend over (over), stand up on your toes (toes)
Lock your knees back, baby, breathe through your nose" (breathe through your-)

(Breathe through your-)
Lock your knees back, baby, breathe through your nose (breathe through your-)
(Breathe through your-)
(Lock your knees back, baby, breathe through your nose)