Cut Her Off Freestyle

[Intro: Kevin Gates]
Yeah!
It ain't nothing to fμcκ yo b¡tch dog

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
Staring at me like the damsel in distress
Acapulco diamonds and they dancing on my neck
Flawless no inclusions we don't fμcκ with VVS
Fall off in the club and its cardiac arrest
Her cardiac arrest
Maliyah dancing to my song
I'm a plug who make music I'm like Tego Calderon
Still I'm bout that gangsta' ѕh¡t
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, d¡cκ amazing, and she blowing up my phone
(Won't leave me alone)
B¡tch 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 fμcκ¡ng her slow and we all in the mirror
Hold up, Oh well
Left the hο at the hotel
Bungee jumping, my line chirping
Bout' to go and catch me a sale
(Bae don't leave)
You tripping, 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 Cuz the gas tank like empty
Won't play the game like 2 Chainz, ain’t riding around but I'm getting it
Pull up at the trap, I'mma text ya phone like
"I'm over here come get it"
Buggati, fμcκ¡ng 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 fμcκ¡ng each other
Cuz I use to fμcκ with your sister
I heard that your ρμѕѕy get wet as a river
And possibly need some assistance

[Bridge: Kevin Gates]
Oooooooohhh it ain't nothing to fμcκ yo' b¡tch dog
Yo' b¡tch dog
It ain't nothing to fμcκ yo' b¡tch dog
It ain't nothing to fμcκ yo' b¡tch dog
N¡ɡɡα, fμcκ you and yo' big dog

[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
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 n¡ɡɡαѕ, my clip in the carbine
Don't make me spray this b¡tch like Madd Marvin
(B¡tch what you ain’t hear me?)
B¡tch don’t make me spray this b¡tch 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 n¡ɡɡα’ 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 b¡tch 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 b¡tch to get here
Then she got off in the b¡tch 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 b¡tch a new whip
Broke hoes car break down can't afford to get the b¡tch fixed
Fake bags in a air mattress can't afford to get the ѕh¡t fixed
Plug, I'm in the socket
Thought I was sleep when you went in my pocket
B¡tch I caught ya' (Oh my God!)
Don't make me spray this b¡tch like Madd Marvin

[Outro: Kevin Gates]
ѕh¡t, we ran't out of beat
I don't get tired
You know I'm all the way out there n¡ɡɡα