Mexico (feat. Kevin Gates) - Stitches

Advertisement Listen to "Movie" "Movie" So what would you say has changed I ain't goin lie it's a different experience far as you don't think for yourself anymore You put yourself last and you know Out in California recording What the fuck got a text message Kevin just started IPhone on FaceTime This is important A home birth, this a first Dreka havin my daughter Watchin on the iPhone Thought that it was a boy Thinkin I gotta get home catch a flight to New Orleans Gonna pick up my car I gotta drive to Atlanta In that order Me and persialogo on the highway On that water Only stoppin for gas Think my Porsche in the garage Up the stairway in charge And she ain't open her eyes until she heard me talkin Man I can't explain the feeling thug Shit was crazy She was born November 30th Nigga ain't thought she was goin be here for Christmas Already missed a birth of one, maxi plate when he do Back in Baton Rouge for a video shoot T and dreka blowin up my phone Probably all day long I got too much goin on I'm right down the street Everything goin wrong In the back of my mind I'm like what the fuck do they want From me I'm only one man And it's hard to operate when it ain't no sleep (It's hard to operate when there ain't no sleep) Women's hospital where she was admitted Posed to be there for 12 baby due any minute Experiencing complications baby no longer kickin Perform a c-section doctor gotta go in and get em But that's alright I'm the type up under operator lights Umbilical cord wrapped around his neck he came out it was fine Surgeon wiped him off and passed him I grabbed him Can't get him off my mind Cryin on my lap Satellite video finished right back to the block It's a movie My life a movie It's a movie I don't like to do no actin But I know my life could be a fucking movie And he was born like December the 18 Be mad at me if I'm wrong but I'm pretty sure it was December the 18 A long ass nigga too Big mufucka about that long Lookin like he could really see what I'm talkin about Li heazy you don't understand that lil mufucker about that long Listen to "Movie" Enter artist/album/song to search lyrics form

Talk On Phone 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 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 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

I've been abused by this cold, cold world Everybody around you pretending that they your partner (Woah!) Let you have a problem they won't even help you out (Woah!) Smiling in your face, you turn your back they talk about you I've been abused by this cold, cold world Lord I'm going out I'm stacking all my benjamins Swear to God that I can't wait to shit on all my friends again I'mma pull up bens again, p-p-pull up bens again I'mma pull up bens again, p-p-pull up bens again Long hair Dreeka looking like she got ass shots (Ooh!) Doing pole a rope and sipping lean and soda I am not Glock nine by the stop sign bout fifty thousand in the stash spot Pray to God we don't crash in the whip through the dash I could tap the gas and make that ass drop Ever wonder why your bitch look funny when the music playing Been a gangster safe to say that I live everything I'm saying Bend her over pull her hair and eat her pussy, lick her ass And when we be cutting up her feet be in the ceiling fan Hold up, let me get my roll on Think I need another pocket just to put my phone on H-h-h-hold on, let me get my roll on Think I need another pocket just to put my phone on (Who there?) Long nose, better get your donk on Speaking with the wrong tone, that'll get you dun dun Thinking with my dick wasn't nothing like a thong song Looking for a two piece boom chicka boom boom Everybody around you pretending that they your partner (Woah!) Let you have a problem they won't even help you out (Woah!) Smiling in your face, you turn your back they talk about you I've been abused by this cold, cold world Lord I'm going out I'm stacking all my benjamins Swear to God that I can't wait to shit on all my friends again I'mma pull up bens again, p-p-pull up bens again I'mma pull up bens again, p-p-pull up bens again Pants sagging bout gat blasting while rats snitching I am tatted Lean bad got bad habits yellow bitch from Lafayette fantastic Dead broke, got mad ad it, I'm back stacking I'm flap-jacking Your flap rattling you fat faggot, I'm back at it in the trap trapping I love the bens, I've been camping, I'm standing strong, you bandwagon I'm concrete, you transparent, my dick out, your hand grabbin No can blame us, who grab bammas, hit yo block, then rim shaggin No hidden cameras, from the back smashing, her ass clapping, I am nasty Road to riches, go and get it in Daytona Chargers Took a dive from not following our first mind I was getting in the mail from UPS If I tell you I'mma stay away from Juliet I'm lyin Everybody around you pretending that they your partner (Woah!) Let you have a problem they won't even help you out (Woah!) Smiling in your face, you turn your back they talk about you I've been abused by this cold, cold world Lord I'm going out I'm stacking all my benjamins Swear to God that I can't wait to shit on all my friends again I'mma pull up bens again, p-p-pull up bens again I'mma pull up bens again, p-p-pull up bens again

Would I be wrong? I wanna fuck you with one of my niggas If afterwards I promise that I wouldn't look at you different Broke down some buds of grigy empty my gar then twist it Settle down, it's 'bout to get explicit Passed you the light, you lit it, inhale, you cough, I get it Love the way you look at me, especially when you're tipsy This is bound to be a wild ride Wild ride, wild ride Pussy drippin', yeah we callin' off, nigga Hit you from behind, ass up and face down And I live everything I'm sayin', babe this ain't no make believe Fresh, we started Existence on a higher plane, mentally we orbits Stimulated my prognosis is that we proceed with caution Dick woah, stroke her slow, feelings caught us, now we're caught in Bread winner's my religion, these dealings are detrimental God blessed me with a pivotive intimate, then I'm off it Sippin' coffee, havin' money, ain't into flossin' 'Telligent conversation, conversin', sorry you lost me I'm awesome, broke down bricks, cocaine powder, sniff Gently placin' kisses against her clit, dick got her whipped She'll pleasure, yeah we fuck her together, pussy to shit Participate or stallin', won't even call 'em, I let 'em sit Purchase bae some purses, respect a slut, we takin' trips Sometimes I like to watch my ho fuck, video makin' flicks In the whip jackin' me off, know how to make it spit Hand in my drawers, fondle my balls, she got the softest grip Would I be wrong? I wanna fuck you with one of my niggas If afterwards I promise that I wouldn't look at you different Broke down some buds of grigy empty my gar then twist it Settle down, it's 'bout to get explicit Passed you the light, you lit it, inhale, you cough, I get it Love the way you look at me, especially when you're tipsy This is bound to be a wild ride Wild ride, wild ride Pussy drippin', yeah we callin' off, nigga Hit you from behind, ass up and face down And I live everything I'm sayin', babe this ain't no make believe Let's plan a visit overseas Spontaneous the way I do my shit, you wouldn't believe Rip out in the kitchen then I fuck her on her knees Make her eat my dick in front of her friend before I leave Bae you got these niggas jealous, steady wishin' they was me I turned up for a check and got some money off the streets Backseat of the Jag cut up for everyone to see Hit the club next to me in my section in VIP Eat the pussy from the back and I don't give a fuck who lookin' Might not notice but I'm strapped, [?] Under the light she dance for me, body movin' slow Break bread, fingernails pedicured, the polish glow My bitch look like a tiger, [?], she exotic Swallow from the bottle, point at what I want, she holler Tongue between her asscheeks, steam all in the shower Down for whatever, whatever, Bonnie and Clyde her Would I be wrong? I wanna fuck you with one of my niggas If afterwards I promise that I wouldn't look at you different Broke down some buds of grigy empty my gar then twist it Settle down, it's 'bout to get explicit Passed you the light, you lit it, inhale, you cough, I get it Love the way you look at me, especially when you're tipsy This is bound to be a wild ride Wild ride, wild ride Pussy drippin', yeah we callin' off, nigga Hit you from behind, ass up and face down And I live everything I'm sayin', babe this ain't no make believe

Why do I feel like I gotta be somebody that the world wants me to be I was crazy, I was losin' it Cocaine in my body, I'm abusin' it I'm gettin' fucked up on Percocet Just received a call, it was a death threat If I gotta die today and there ain't no other way But shootin' me down then Puttin' me up in the grave Then I'mma face it Look the shooter in his eyes The one who can save me is the man in the sky The one pullin' the trigger is the devil in disguise For my children's sake, I'm tryna be alive I'm a beast in the streets, I know how to survive All my life I been doubted Will I see 25? I doubt it Rolls-Royce bitch just know I just bought it I just wanna be the man for my fam I been through pain, I walk in the the rain I look at my reflection up in the Mirror and I can admit that I feel so ashamed I've done some dirt that I cannot forget I'm wipin' the blood, I'm wipin' my sweat The reason I killed him cuz' he posed a threat (ugh!) I got some sons and I got a daughter You playin' with me there's gonna be a slaughter I don't wanna live my life like this no more I don't wanna sell this dope The streets got me so fuckin' paranoid I don't know what I'mma do I'mma be a gangster forever Ain't no love in the streets And I don't trust you I'm facing my demons That evil, I've seen it The money, the root of all evil, believe me You rob, you steal, you pop a pill and you kill Everytime I need paper this is the way that I feel My brother told me do it for my nephew Bullets hit your body, now you leaving the rescue One thing I know for certain Everytime you try to change, the devil's gonna come and test you My brother told me do it for my nephew Bullets hit your body, now you leaving the rescue One thing I know for certain Everytime you try to change, the devil's gonna come and test you I'm trying to change my life for the better If I go to prison would they write a letter Would they even care, if I wasn't there It feels like I got haters everywhere Haters, suckers, motherfuckers I was built like no other It's a cruel world, they criticize your skin color Mobbin', robbin', homicide for something that makes them feel alive I'm always curious to find out where I'ma go when I die People hate me all the time but they ain't even met me yet I was born to win in last so that ain't nothin' I'ma sweat I came up off of sellin' that dope Have you ever had the cops break down your door Have you ever had the cops put you On the floor and rob all of your dope No, you don't know, how that feels You're totally broken and ready to kill You're praying to god Asking for a deal, "Oh lord, I can't afford a meal" I just want to go legit I just feel like a piece of shit I don't wanna live my life like this no more I don't wanna sell this dope The streets got me so fuckin' paranoid I don't know what I'mma do I'mma be a gangster forever Ain't no love in the streets And I don't trust you I'm facing my demons That evil, I've seen it The money, the root of all evil, believe me You rob, you steal, you pop a pill and you kill Everytime I need paper this is the way that I feel My brother told me do it for my nephew Bullets hit your body, now you leaving the rescue One thing I know for certain Everytime you try to change, the devil's gonna come and test you My brother told me do it for my nephew Bullets hit your body, now you leaving the rescue One thing I know for certain Everytime you try to change, the devil's gonna come and test you