Kevin Gates - 4 Legs and a Biscuit Lyrics

Forensic weapon in court
Still considered a sport
On the phone with Bald Head
While watching King of New York
Tedrick Shaemus' case one of the
Greatest I ever saw
Whole team turn sour when niggas
Trying to 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 back to the car
Bitch I'm with pitching a
Fit, yelling: "Kevin, back in the car!"
No hospital visit's, I'm on the
Run trying to get it, having
Baby momma 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 to end this
Sprite facing 20 years, well
That’s what they try to give him
D ozi out on bail
For a charge he caught with that dealing
Back when we was little
Want us a Pickle Dilly
Innocent making faces in the
Window while having dinner
Who'd ever think that we'd grow up
And turn out to be killers
Barrel extensions, tool is narrow and slender
Compact in my jacket
Even flinch I might 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 i
R-beam, laying down in the bushes
Won’t say no name but so and so
Lent me a pound of them cookies
TTGTHUG, LIFE, 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 shout to chi-towns
All my niggas in Folsom
Stuck to the code, even when the pressure on
We ain't folding let’s get it on

Forensic weapon in court
Still considered a sport
On the phone with Bald Head
While watching King of New York
Tedrick Shaemus' case one of the
Greatest I ever saw
Whole team turn sour when niggas
Trying to 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 back to the car
Bitch I'm with pitching a
Fit, yelling: "Kevin, back in the car!"
No hospital visit's, I'm on the
Run trying to get it, having
Baby momma 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 to end this
Sprite facing 20 years, well
That’s what they try to give him
D ozi out on bail
For a charge he caught with that dealing
Back when we was little
Want us a Pickle Dilly
Innocent making faces in the
Window while having dinner
Who'd ever think that we'd grow up
And turn out to be killers
Barrel extensions, tool is narrow and slender
Compact in my jacket
Even flinch I might 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 i
R-beam, laying down in the bushes
Won’t say no name but so and so
Lent me a pound of them cookies
TTGTHUG, LIFE, 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 shout to chi-towns
All my niggas in Folsom
Stuck to the code, even when the pressure on
We ain't folding let’s get it on