I Got U

[Chorus: Kevin Gates] 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 probably 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 [Verse 1: Kevin Gates] Dirty dollar getter On the phone with one of my hittas Drop the bands Pots and pans In the kitchen, bagin up sand I'm not carin' One of my mans He owed me 100 bands Say no names Hearing impaired Push one button your feet the air All for me to sit back in this chair I'm hands on I'm everywhere Go in his section turn up there Cold sport but Life ain't fair Go back platinum one more time After that its 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 slums you never there Paid for techs, you meant protection Big old weapon bottle From the projects we in Paris 50 wrapped inside the [?] Sipping fanta out a can [Chorus: Kevin Gates] 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 [Verse 2: Kevin Gates] Screeching macking bouncing Big old booty bouncing I'm pouring up two ounces This here flow like a fountain This here 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 Going out for a lil outing You better not get to shouting I'll show you I'm really 'bout it Don't make no scene in public Bae who the fuck getting loud with Get in this room, get full of this liquor, same one I dick you down in [?] get touched from out in the H you knowing I'm out of town and Making that face I'm pounding You making that face you frowning up [Chorus: Kevin Gates] 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