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Lyrics Weeks – Kevin Gates

I ain’t took my chains off in weeks
If I tuck it, they gon’ try to kill me anyway
And I’m prayin’ to the god of the streets
Way too big to be discreet anyway

Hope I fly on the arms of my n**gas
Wonder why my heart cold, n**ga soul got the shivers
Baby, I ain’t took my chains off in weeks
Love that s**t too big to be discreet

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He tried to set me up in Dallas, broke into his own car
He not knowin’ that I’m psychic, and I glow in the dark
Light on us while in Houston, we got throwed in the cross
Sidestepping ‘fore he could set me, punch a hole in my heart
Cold quarantine game, I looked over your flaws
Big God, sellin’ raw and I’m controllin’ the cops

Diamonds on my neck, that’s a symbol of success
Run you up check, you gon’ die for your respect
Cautious who you entertain, they could be a threat
Out of pocket, pull up brrrr on you
Leave you somewhere stretched
Artificial dealers, all my visions then got clearer
I cross one in the mirror, I’m gon’ feel it in my spirit

I ain’t took my chains off in weeks
If I tuck it, they gon’ try to kill me anyway
And I’m prayin’ to the god of the streets
Way too big to be discreet anyway
Hope I fly on the arms of my n**gas
Wonder why my heart cold, n**ga soul got the shiver
Baby, I ain’t took my chains off in weeks
Love that s**t too big to be discreet

G-Wag’, G-Wag’, big bag, big bag
C-note, C-note
Brr-brr, so much machine smoke

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Ooh only ones that ride beside me
Are the ones willin’ to die though
Now I keep it underwater, just let it breathe
Right there
Just got this brand new thing, grrrah
And then exchange when the shots fired
Reportin’ live with the Glock .9 by the Southside
Recordin’ live, b**ch I’m in the studio right now
In Carolina, you could pull up on me right now
We outside, yeah, ayy
Hol’ up, pour up
I glisten hard, my earrings, dawg
This for Mazzi, Rollie, I never take my chain off
Never talkin’, I give that, already take your brain off
Quarter milli’ glist’, then I wiped it on my wrist
He be shootin’ shots at B.R.A.S.S.
But his posture not like this, b**ch

I ain’t took my chains off in weeks
If I tuсk it, they gon’ try to kill me anyway
And I’m prayin’ to the god of the streets
Way too big to be discreet anyway
Hope I fly on the arms of my n**gas
Wonder why my heart cold, n**ga soul got the shivers
Baby, I ain’t took my chains off in weeks
Love that s**t too big to be discreet

G-Wag’, G-Wag’, big bag, big bag
C-note, C-note
Brr-brr, so much machine smoke
G-Wag’, G-Wag’, big bag, big bag
C-note, C-note
Brr-brr, so much machine smoke…

➤ Written by Kevin Gates
Album: Khaza
Kevin Gates | 2020

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