I Got U

LETRA

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 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 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 f*** 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 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