Coffee Grounds Lyrics by Kevin Gates
You can
Yeah
You can smell
You can smell
You can smell a black coffee grind when dispensing
Hold on
Come on
Watch how I shake that
Right here
The black coffee grounds when dispensing out of organic single filtration filters
Reminiscing riding on my little sister bike, you remember?
Anything left unattended, we pass back and go steal it
Trash pile on the back street right by bunking
Come with me
Dirty mattress in a box spring
Pass back and go get it
What you mean?
Baby, this a whole trampoline in the trenches right outside of house with a safety pin on my zipper
Crack gram at the ground spending $30 on flippers
Hit the block tryna flip it
Breaking down selling nigger by big London
Miss Mary said where you been?
I been pitching me riding gangster reasons was rocking each other tennis
Loose floorboards, popping the stricken living conditions
Black electric tape, aluminum foil paper
Just rip it
DJ hole is in
Black garbage bag seal up the window
Also Alice Willie Derrick, Kraton Stewart and Chisel on the corner squirm Jesus
Kneeling nodding big jiggle
Kentucky Street
KC fitted hat to the back on Arizona
Go ask Dane, Boo Allen, Andy Black
This before the spot on Holland
I’ve been here wandering out
Mack 11 first to have a heroin moving through there
Bottom line, I had whipped out a hissy
They had got scared
They ain’t know what it was
Katrina he catching sale
Burglar bar swinging
Trap in the bottom got clientele
Cities riding still grinding
Ain’t care about going to jail
Watching camera sipping lean while Mika redo my dreads
Monte Carlo parked in Prichardville
In the camera is dead
But you know I’m tender-headed, don’t pull them tight on my new row.
Phone ring-a-ling, she like, “Bae, hold still, I got two more.
They here from across the river, my people coming through new roads.
Remember I had got in your face and how we had, you know, Chinese mane.
Same thing, same thing, we’re up at the two more.
I decided Wi-Fi, now I ain’t ringing wherever you go.
I’m Case of Bernese.
Hey, bae.
Hey, hey, what’s happening with you?
I hope you know I ain’t just rapping with you.
I had my back against the wall, we started acting different.
My nuts be hanging to the floor, I got that package with me.
Fresh off the boat, I got that dope and started swagging with it.
I do them love.
I took a peppermint flip to my buttercup.
I’m not afraid to admit shit, I love a slut.
Hey, bitch, hey.
Hey, street Jesus, bitch, I’m out here, you hear me?
Bitch, bitch, I live, hey.
Bitch, I live by the Old Testament, you hear me?
What’s happening?
Fuck with me.
Hey, big brother, ain’t no use in you signing them nigger, big brother, cuz I ain’t going to do nothing but lay them across my lap when I catch them.
I don’t want you to be wasting your money.
Big brother, I don’t want you to be wasting your money.
I’m going to lay them bitches across my lap, man.
What’s up?
Yeah, bitch, I’m like that.
I said yeah, bitch, I’m like that.
I said yeah, bitch, I’m like that.
