4 Legs And A Biscuit

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates] Forensic whipping in court, still considered a sport On the phone. with Bald Head, while watching King of New York Tedrick Shavers case one of the greatest I ever saw All team turn sour, niggas trynna get off Caught slipping, blicked the biscuit administered in the car I’m a dog, worst place to get hit is while in the car Bullet hole in my lip as I’m inching, bank to the car Bitch, I'm with, pitching a fit, yelling Kevin back in the car No hospital visits, I'm on the run trying to get it Havin baby mama problems, every night tryin to fix it Flashing out, flipping tables, broke every dish in the kitchen The devil living in me, I’m contemplating a ending Spike facin 20 years, but that’s what they try to give em DeAusi out on bail, fore charging caught with that dealing Back when we was little, want us a bigger dealer Innocent making faces in the window while makin dinner Whoever think that we grow up and turn off to be killers Barrel extensions, toolie narrow and slender Compact in my jacket even flinch Ima hit ya Shot too hard in the heart, my emotions are ruined Too hard to trust, don’t give a fuck, won't open up to no woman Take my lick and keep pushing, don’t try playing me pussy AR-15 with the inf-beam laying down in the bushes Won’t say no name but so and so lent me a pound of them cookies TTGATTG, L.I.F.E, I’m with it If shawty bust her pussy open no commitment, I sinned it Lord forgive me I’m sinnin’ I come to you as a sinner Take all my scars, take my heart turn me into a Christian Bright nigga in the paint as if my last name was Griffin Popeye's chicken, I just want 4 Legs And A Biscuit I always shoutout my kites, all my niggas enforcers Stuck to the code, even when the pressure on we ain't folding Let’s get it all