Pourin The Syrup (Explicit) - Kevin Gates I don't get tired Broke another ten for the Bread Winner Brick Gang Popping up pregnant silly b**ch tryna trick Gates Start selling p**sy maybe That'll get your rent paid Come to think about it Don't you live with your mama I don't give a sh*t When I ride 'round the bottom Coc*ine vet pedal shifting on Highland Boosie had a black Monte Carlo and a 'Burban I was in a grey Monte Carlo and a Tahoe He was doing shows bad hoes up in I was speaking Spanish With the plug havin' convos Ran lips hit the line every morning Cause they know I keep the lean by the carload In the top hit the boulevard solo Big Right know I got soft for the low-low In a drought me and Nook only ones had d**e Ni**a blew my leg off for a nine-piece Tried to grab the gun couldn't get it Middle of the night Had to fight for my life when you try me Connecting this year we'll mark my ni**a I love my ni**a I owe you one ni**a Brookstown Richard that's my little brother Everytime I think about him Gotta tell him that I love him Praying to the Lord that Car Came from under that charge Free my ni**a head when I bow my head Late night when alone can't sleep I got too many problems The weight of the world on my shoulders Pray that heaven do something about it The chick that I'm lovin' Wondering who is she f**kin' The friends I got 'round me Wonder which one of them sour Pourin' the syrup pourin' the syrup Pourin' the syrup Pourin' the syrup pourin' the syrup B**ch I'm pourin' the Pourin' the syrup pourin' the syrup Pourin' the syrup B**ch I'm pourin' the syrup B**ch I'm pourin' the syrup Pourin' the syrup B**ch I'm I was naive thinking that I couldn't get hurt Thought she was faithful F**k her but my dick burnt Everybody laughed when I kissed her I can't even lie to this day still I miss her We was on Used to go to sleep in the p**sy on an air mat Andre Harris talked bad behind my back Even though it hurted I ain't tripping never mind that Me and Darrell Harris in a stolen car thugging You get out of line He goin' put you in a puddle Me and Brittney Harris in the side room cuddlin' Eat the p**sy while she on the rag Like Yummy My daddy nephew kinda make him my cousin We was having lunch at Chimes When you told me that you love me I ain't never back down from a fight in my life Big Yock slapped you you went And got your cousin Ni**a shot and missed and I came back jumping I was 13 when I put one under Ask my mama go ask my brother Go on South 12th and go ask Big London Jamison and Gary and will know the truth I was selling crack With the cameras on the roof You was never that At the plant working turnarounds turnarounds Little Steve hittin' your b**ch from the back Matter fact That's a fact when I seen it Had to turn around E-dub d**e boy lil' E big mook Me and Foots in my truck with the burners out When you was on 3rd St and ain't wanna squeeze Pillow talking with your b**ch Tryna play me like I'm weak Now I'm coming at your girl Top ni**a no problem You will never find out another thing about it Come to think about it Got a coffee shop in Denver Colorado I'mma catch her when she visiting her mama Ri-Ri fine you're old man hate me Can't rap like Gates f**king up lately Me you and Dreka oughta take a vacation We can have a threesome after waking up in Vegas Give you 50k fail to mention what it came with Eat pray making love see the world baby Breadwinners swim where I'm f**king with a gangsta You can model for my line I can make you famous Running from my tongue When I lick all in your anus Intelligent the way I talk Vagina I contained it Ever been ate two mouths at the same time Ever had lips on your booty and your p**sy Got your body feeling mushy When your water go to gushing Brazillian wax I don't like playing in the bushes Pull your hair smack it bend back Get a whoopin' Late night when alone can't sleep I got too many problems The weight of the world on my shoulders Pray that heaven do something about it The chick that I'm lovin' Wondering who is she f**kin' The friends I got 'round me Wonder which one of them sour