Album Cover I Got U

I Got U

Kevin Gates

16

Do you feel

This here

In your earDick up here

In your ribs

On the real

From the real

In the mirror

I′m him

Don't trip

I got you

I got you

I got me

Just get you

Selfish, it′s not true

I'mma show you how I can do

Throw it back when you rock the move

Reason why I don't prolly rock with you

I got me

I got you

On the real

Do you feel

This here

In your ear

Dick up here

In your ribs

On the real

From the real

Dirty dollar get ′em

On the phone with one of my hittas

Drop the bands

Pots and pans

In the kitchen bagging up sand

I′m not keen

One of my mans

He owed me 100 bands

Say no names, hearing impaired

Push one button your feet in the air

All for me to sit back in this chair

I'm hands on I′m everywhere

Run this section, turn up there

Cold support but life ain't fair

Go back platinum one more time

After that his wife ain′t there

Say she love me okay yeah

Let me rip and go somewhere

Step out dressed in sweatsuit dapper

They might say I'm debonair

In the slum you never there

Paid protection main protection

Big old weapon bottle by the stair

From the projects we appear

50 rappers outside the fantasy

Sipping fan without a care

Do you feel

This here

In your ear

Dick up here

In your ribs

On the real

From the real

In the mirror

I′m him

Don't trip

I got you

I got you

I got me

Just get you

Selfish, it's not true

I′mma show you how I can do

Throw it back when you rock the move

Reason why I don′t prolly rock with you

I got me

I got you

On the real

Do you feel

This here

In your ear

Dick up here

In your ribs

On the real

From the real

Screeching macking bouncing

Big old booty bouncing

I'm pouring up two ounces

This shit flow like a fountain

This shit tall like a mountain

We in here money counting

Sometimes its so astounding

Blowing this loud we lounging

Fix your face stop pouting

Bae I′mma take you shopping

I told you stop that doubting

GPS re-routing

Ran out for their album

You better not get to shouting

I'll show you I′m really about it

Don't make no scene in public

Bae who would a-fuckin-llow it

Get in this room, get full of that liquor

Saying when I dick you down it

Bitch when you texting out of that H

Ain′t no amount of atoning

Making that face I'm pounding

Making that face you crawling up

Do you feel

This here

In your ear

Dick up here

In your ribs

On the real

From the real

In the mirror

I'm him

Don′t trip

I got you

I got you

I got me

Just get you

Selfish, it′s not true

I'mma show you how I can do

Throw it back when you rock the move

Reason why I don′t prolly rock with you

I got me

I got you

On the real

Do you feel

This here

In your ear

Dick up here

In your ribs

On the real

From the real