BBO Brains Blown Out - Kevin Gates

Yeah

It ain’t nothin' to fuck yo bitch dog

Starin' at me like the damsel in distress

Acapulco diamonds and they dancin' on my neck

Flawless no inclusions we don’t fuck with VVS

Fall off in the club and its cardiac arrest

Her cardiac arrest

Maliyah dancin' to my song

I’m a plug who make music I’m like Tego Calderon

Still I’m bout that gangsta' shit so please don’t rub me wrong

I need to see you naked with no clothes when I get home

Slighty narcissistic bae so please don’t read me wrong

Dickmatized her, dick amazing, and she blowing up my phone (won't leave me

alone)

Bitch I’mma killer

Up in her cervix she screaming its murder, her face in the pillow

Pulling her hair, while I nibble her ear, and I’m fucking her slow and we all

in the mirror

Hold up, Oh well

Left the ho at the hotel

Bungee jumping, my line chirping, bout' to go and catch me a sale

(Bae don’t leave) You trippin', you can stay here or come with me

Whipped up at the gas station bought a box of Goodies and a digit

Need sixty dollars on pump four cause the gas tank like empty

Won’t play the game like 2 Chainz, ain’t riding around but I’m gettin' it

Pull up at the trap, I’mma text ya phone like «I'm over here come get it»

Buggati, fucking with Brittany

Told her «I'm sorry» she say she forgive me

Entangled in my conversation as if I’m a Judas she look at me different

Would we get in trouble for fucking each other cause I use to fuck with your

sister

I heard that your pussy get wet as a river and possibly need some assistance

Oooooooohhh it ain’t nothin' to fuck yo' bitch dog

Yo' bitch dog

It ain’t nothin' to fuck yo' bitch dog

It ain’t nothin' to fuck yo' bitch dog

Nigga, fuck you and yo' big dog

Retawdid', reading my aura, I’m too intelligent that why you bothered

Know it’s a name but don’t know what to call it

My name is Kevin but she call me awesome

South by Southwest was performing in Austin

Ignored the BS and I ain’t bout no talkin'

Can’t see you niggas, my clip in the carbine

Don’t make me spray this bitch like Madd Marvin

(Bitch what you ain’t hear me?) Bitch don’t make me spray this bitch like Mad

Marvin

Hold up, I say I don’t get tired!

Blessing in disguise, this for those no longer with us while we out here on the

grind

May God be with your families while you rest up in the skies

Shout out Roy and Ryan nigga' dipping through that nine

I’m loving on Lil NaNa I met her at a Second Line

Bread Winners Association, still I’m out my mind

Drika booty bigger than a bitch I grip her from behind

And can we have a threesome I know that she don’t mind

Know it’s warmer than a sauna stroke her for a long time

Bae told the bitch to get here

Then she got off in the bitch ear

Got to feelin' on her, never been molested came out her clothes then we rip

We a power couple don’t trip

We a power couple that trick

Bread Winner escort service we’ll buy bitch a new whip

Broke hoes car break down can’t afford to get the bitch fixed

Fake bags in a air mattress can’t afford to get the shit fixed

Plug, I’m in the socket

Thought I was sleep when you went in my pocket

Bitch I caught ya' (Oh my God!)

Don’t make me spray this bitch like Madd Marvin

Shit, we ran’t out of beat

I don’t get tired

You know I’m all the way out there nigga