Текст песни Therapy S**t 4 - kevin gates

Rippa on the beat, bitch
Ayy, my sister right here
Ayy, Kita, what we tell them hoes?
Ayy, ayy, hey
DJ Swift on the track
You ain't gotta love me, baby, what I tell hoes
Go to trippin', I'ma buy me some Chanel, ho
Then I'ma rock this shit in front you on a sailboat
Hit the 'Gram, go to flexin' from a cellphone
Independent big girl and she got her own apartment
Every night she set the mood and she don't like to argue
A lot of bad bitches still livin' with they mama
A lot of bad bitches still livin' with they mama
A lot of bad bitches still livin' with they mama
A lot of bad bitches still livin' with they mama
I do it, I stick it, I stick it, I do it
Suppressor, I'm pressure, but this is an Uzi
I fuck with lil' Britney and shout out lil' Scooby
It's up there, I'm ign'ant, stop talkin', let's do it
Word around town, I'm with another nigga bitch
Gotta be a lie, I'm busy dealin' with my kids
You love your ho then cuff her, fuck what other niggas think
Her bootyhole retarded, pussy good, her mouth the same
She know that we beefin' and she started runnin' game
She know we ain't speaking, can't get caught up in her ways
Squash her from behind, got her hollerin', that's on gang
Slap her nine times, royal ride, what you think?
Said free my nigga Malucci, white toe, headband, it's Gucci
Before they started twerking they used to pop the coochie
Before you started rapping, you weren't gangster, you was pussy
You know you scared, uh, hold up, there go OG Boobie
I'm runnin' the bread up, I got Huli right here coolin'
Controlling me, yeah love, I got shooters who got shooters
Exposing a real nigga, that's some shit that we not doin'
We hide the flaws of our brother, go ask Ralo how we movin'
OG Ken drop me off, I just jump out and go stupid
One way, the dumb way, I think y'all know how we do it
I'm paying luxury tax, you know, yeah, I can't relax
I'm on the phone with Gucci Mane, "Gato, vato need you in the back"
I'm in the building, we can relax
Baby come near me, Dreka be strapped
We got some children, they gon' be strapped
Say you wan' kill me, nigga, what's happ'?
I got the Urkel goggles on, I've been flexing on my phone
Hold up, nigga, watch your tone, what the fuck is you on?
Big boom from the shoulder, big boom with some chrome
Dude thought he was in power, got removed from his throne
Bitch, I'm pressure on my end, I'm pressure on my end
I'm pressure on my end, I'm pressure on my end
Bitch, I'm pressure on my end, I'm pressure on my end
Bitch, I'm pressure on my end, I'm pressure on my end
I forgot what I was saying, retarded, when I walk in the room
You can't tell I'm ready to die, man? What's happening with you?
Rockin' a shirt with a collar, I got it, we up
I feel like you wasted my time and we up
Jump in your shit, got a problem, what's up?
You think I don't got it, I'm 'bout it, what's up?
You know how I'm rockin', you know I don't bluff
Walkin' you down, I'll stand in your guts
I do not care if my brother cut up
Meant to say public, it must be the crush
Anybody that knows me, if you've ever been around me
Or ever had the opportunity to be blessed to be in my presence
I'm upright, independent, and fearless at all times
I don't engage in no bullshit
I mean, unless it's with my lil' team
You know, other than that, you know
All relationships are circumstantial to me
I'm pressure
Jump in the dashboard, I'm thuggin', I'm playin Rover
I still was sufferin' internally whenever you came over
You told me whatever decision I make that we would remain closer
But you kinda changed over, just try to remain sober
Kick dirt on my name, I maintain, then I stay focused
They get on Instagram and take shots at me, thinkin' I ain't noticed
I got a thing on top my neck, it got a brain on it (It do)
I got a thing inside my chest, it got some stains on it (I do)
I hit the shower, go work out, and I don't think on it
You draw your sword, get met with force, you can bank on it
I'm Uptown in a Porsche, got my name on it
On South 12th, but of course, got my name on it
On Carolina and on Alice, got my name on it
Go ask Lil Derrick on Saint Joseph, got my name on it
Pressure on my end, now it's time to wild out
We don't do no drive-bys, we spin through and we hop out
(Jump straight out and run them bitches, all...