I Got U Lyrics

I Got U Lyrics

[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
[?]
Push one button your feet the air
All for me to sit back in this chair
I’m hands on I’m everywhere
[?]
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 [?]
In the slums you never there
Paid protection, you meant protection
Big old weapon bottle [?]
From the projects we in Paris
[?]
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 sh*t flow like a fountain
This sh*t 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 [?]
GPS re-routing
When [?]
You better not get to shouting
I’ll show you I’m really about it
Don’t make no scene in public
[?]
Get in this room, get full of this liquor, same one I dick you down in
[?] making that face I’m pounding
Making that face you [?]

[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