Kevin Gates – Shit Latest Song Lyrics 2021

Description:- “Shit” is a new song which is sung by famous Singer ​Kevin Gates. This song is from Only the Generals, Pt. II album. This Song will release on Feb 19, 2021

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“Shit” Song Detail

  • Written By: Avery On the Beat, BricksDaMane & Kevin Gates
  • Label: Bread Winners’ Association, Atlantic Records & Artist Partner Group
  • Mastering Engineer: Chris Athens
  • Programmer: Avery On the Beat & BricksDaMane
  • Mixing Engineer: John Will
  • Release Date: February 19, 2021

“Shit” Song Lyrics

Yeah (Oh my God, is that Avery?)
Out here
Yeah
Yeah

I don’t owe a nigga shit
I’m a grinder, I wasn’t built to ride the bench
Forgot about my problems, I got rich
I got bitches, I got niggas, family members on my dick
Who talk behind your back when you don’t wanna give ’em shit
I don’t owe a nigga shit
Lose the chance if you don’t take the risk
I don’t need no one to tell me what I’m is
I don’t owe a nigga shit
Bitches gettin’ pregnant, keep you from your kids
Then complain ’bout what you haven’t did
I don’t owe you bitches shit

Presidential Day-Date, 18 karat plain jane
Reminiscin’ times that meals was missin’, havin’ hunger pains
Remember when the bitch that you was feelin’ played a bunch of games?
Remember when them niggas lent you somethin’ and tried to stain your name?
Big body Benz say, “Dick, how you holdin’ up?”
Pillow talkin’ with them hoes that I don’t wanna fuck
Street nigga, shout out to my niggas out in Memphis
You sneak dissin’ Brasi, pussy nigga, you got titties
Posted in Atlanta, Fitness Center, in here workin’
Gossipin’ like bitches, you lil’ niggas went and got surgery
Remember that last time that you ain’t wanna see no murder?
Remember MAC-11 Kevin? Dealer, yo, I’m servin’
Real nigga, what up? Know I like to cut up
Non-convicted felon-ass nigga, shut the fuck up
I sent that bitch from jail, paid his bill and got him bossed up
Villa by the water, barber givin’ me a touch-up
With the hand I’ma stand, carbon drum up on a come up
Big bitch’ll your rip stomach, probably make you cough a lung up
Big bitch here hold a hunnid, better pray this bitch get hung up
Bricks from Colombia delivered on a dump truck

I don’t owe a nigga shit
I’m a grinder, I wasn’t built to ride the bench
Forgot about my problems, I got rich
I got bitches, I got niggas, family members on my dick
Who talk behind your back when you don’t wanna give ’em shit
I don’t owe a nigga shit
Lose the chance if you don’t take the risk
I don’t need no one to tell me what I’m is
I don’t owe a nigga shit
Bitches gettin’ pregnant, keep you from your kids
Then complain ’bout what you haven’t did
I don’t owe you bitches shit

Thank God for uniforms, Lord knows I wasn’t fresh
I used to wear my mama Bongo jeans or some dirty sweats
Dreaming ’bout that texture, swear to God, I want big rings
Cars with the big chains, cigars with a sick dame
Load of clothes in the washer, your lil’ drawers still got shit stains
Nigga ’round the corner puttin’ that dick all in your bitch brains
How is she to blame? She just addicted to the lifestyle
Pop out, drop the top, who not gon’ let me lay that pipe down?
Pull her hair and hit her from the back, b-b-b-ba-yow
Gotta catch a play, I cannot stay, okay, goodbye now
Remember when they passed by you and laughed while you was walkin’?
God blessed you with a swag, you got that bag, look who talkin’
Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am, you could scram, you’re a toadie
No one’s got a name for it, don’t know what to call it
Lean by the liter, but you not a alcoholic
Say you wanna grab a dub, why the fuck you stallin’?
Diamonds in my fuckin’ teeth, I’m forever ballin’
Dior slides, Polo tees on an island flossin’
Jim Carrey, you get outta line, I got a choke ya
My name Kevin and I’m home alone like Macaulay Culkin (Kevin)

I don’t owe a nigga shit
I’m a grinder, I wasn’t built to ride the bench
Forgot about my problems, I got rich
I got bitches, I got niggas, family members on my dick
Who talk behind your back when you don’t wanna give ’em shit
I don’t owe a nigga shit
Lose the chance if you don’t take the risk
I don’t need no one to tell me what I’m is
I don’t owe a nigga shit
Bitches gettin’ pregnant, keep you from your kids
Then complain ’bout what you haven’t did
I don’t owe you bitches shit