Talk On Phones Songtext - Kevin Gates

Talk On Phones - Kevin Gates


Been a gangsta you can check my fingers, I don't talk on phones

Black coffee, sippin', chillin', thinkin
I don't talk on phones
Bad bitches blow my line up daily

I don't talk on phones

Just got a text, hit back check on my baby

I don't talk on phones
Data towers giving up location

I don't talk on phones

Transaction next day make the papers

I don't talk on phones

Wiretaps lead to open cases

I don't talk on phones

Kept it solid, see through poker faces

I don't talk on phones

[Verse 1]

Dirty dollars, just jumped out the booth, then went bought a Cou

Wanted millions, with respect like Menace all throughout the booth

Really thugging, ball shake back from nothing, I could work the streets

To the ground, out of town with killers, won't sleep when its beef

Hit yo phone, pull up by myself, and I play for keeps

Talkin' reckless, you could keep yo necklace, see me better eat

It's on the Bible, I'm the last survivor, dirty slip on cleats
Business discreet, spilling my guts to no bitch, that make me unique


[Verse 2]

Hitta on the table jumping (Hello?) cell (knock knock)

Hol' up I'm coming
Check the camera, oh that's Chuck? Let em in and take his money

What you got? He spending twenty?
Take this fifty, get back with me

1.0 weigh on the digit

Grams I'm lettin' em go for fifty
This that drop no soda whippin', I'm the sickest in the city
Stripper shakin' ass and titties

Money I throw counterfeited
Yeah I told you I was ignant, bitch I meant it really really
I got dope behind my ear

Under my New York Yankee fitted


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