Water Zips - Est Gee, Kevin Gates

Say Runtz, this shit what I been goin' through lately, you heard me?

Yeah, uh, uh, yeah

Slidin' through the streets, took off my cleats and got some peace from it

I been here since I was selling water zips for three hundred (FOREVEROLLING)

First time I hit something with that blick, I had a weak stomach

7.62 bullets knock the numbers off of 300

He ain’t die, but his remaining life gon' be a cucumber

Niggas can’t out-snake me, I’m a king cobra

The realest ass, the trenches let my brother run through three boulders

Last one so ign’ant, that the J, he wish he could re-smoke it

Next time I see Henry, I know it might be a shootout

Serving on probation with a anklet at my boo house

Give your life to me, and what I do and you get flewed out

Leave it in ho raw while she on top and let it ooze out

Her head was so stupid, would’ve thought she had two mouths

He said, «Are you sure you don’t wanna talk?»

And I said, «No doubt»

Took a break from trappin', started rappin', made a new drought

Talking to them ratchets get you clapped at your new house

Your bitch said you’re so scared, told me everything I knew 'bout

They said he almost dead, so I’m just praying they pull the trigger (Swear to

God, please let 'em pull the trigger)

Slidin' through the streets, took off my cleats and got some peace from it

I been here since I was selling water zips for three hundred

First time I hit something with that blick, I had a weak stomach

7.62 bullets knock the numbers off of 300

He ain’t die, but his remaining life gon' be a cucumber

Niggas can’t out-snake me, I’m a king cobra

I gave niggas history and something real to beef over

We take sons from fathers and give mamas shit to weep over (Cartel)

Puerto Rico Dave just tapped my hip, I put that pack on it

Vacuum-sealed with inner tubes to eat the base, got stamps on it

Dick inside her purse, you get berserk, I put that lamp on it

Making slick remarks, get no response, can’t even hear that shit from where I’m

at

Never went through theatrics, just put eighteen zips on Cali meds

Losing like a tool, I ain’t open up a package yet

Re-rock in my kitchen, doin' re-cooks

'Cause Sandra posted bond for my lil' brother, he got re-booked

A hundred bricks of tan in minivans, I got the streets shook

I met Teflon Mark in Phipps Plaza in Atlanta, I’m with OG Ken

Sell load, got stopped, but I recovered, this is no pretend

Smiling on a boat with my lil' bitch, I just been focusing

Cigar smoke, got caught up in the moment when I soak it in

Covered up my face in public, hope nobody notice it

I cover up her face and fuck her, I know that she loving it

She look back and say, «Bae, I’m cummin',» I can’t hear you, come again

Slidin' through the streets, took off my cleats and got some peace from it

I been here since I was selling water zips for three hundred

First time I hit something with that blick, I had a weak stomach

7.62 bullets knock the numbers off of 300

He ain’t die, but his remaining life gon' be a cucumber

Niggas can’t out-snake me, I’m a king cobra

I gave niggas history and something real to beef over

We take sons from fathers and give mamas shit to weep over