In The Mix by KevanGotBandz Lyrics
I’m In the mix like a bakery
You ain’t shot shit quit the fakery
Balmains on my ass 7 pockets full of cash
In the foreign do the dash
I can’t show a bitch my stash
I’m In the mix like a bakery
You ain’t shot shit quit the fakery
Balmains on my ass 7 pockets full of cash
In the foreign do the dash
I can’t show a bitch my stash
Fuck 12 won’t leave a trace
Do a drive by in a wraith
Where I’m from it ain’t safe
They put the play up on the play
Rob you when y’all supposed to rob
Stay out these streets go get a job
Thugging ain’t for everybody
Did away with everybody
Now these niggas scared prolly
Think they gone go dead bout it
Put one in yo head bout it
Who you bank with go fed bout it
Still sliding in the grand
Put ya under for a band
My bitch wanted to fuck my mans
Told my my mans fuck the bitch
I could never love the bitch
Never have I trust a bitch
Y’all niggas on some other shit
I’m tryna get my mother rich
Back door get my brothers rich
Trade a bitch for a brick
And I’m with dogs Vick
Sipping Medicine like I’m sick
Quan sliding with a ruger
Reese that’s the fucking shooter
Take yo pack and sell it to you
Rob you like I never knew you
If yo ass ain’t in the circle
Then yo ass up out the circle
All my niggas
Getting money
In sports
Committing murders
My respect I’ll die about it
Head first dive bout it
Head first up in the jungle
Struggle turned me to a monster
It ain’t bout money then what it’s about
Run a track just like it’s a route
Look my bitch up in her eyes
Once we in it ain’t no outs
And that’s how I’m rocking
And that’s how I’m rolling
And I’m off the block when 12 patrolling
And when I’m there you won’t even notice
Turn the volume it get me up in focus
My son gone be iced out for his daddy iced out
And when I’m in yo bitch tell her turn the lights out
Vonta sliding in a Vic
Choppa come without the kick
Glock come with the stick
And for yo bitch I come with dick
May my niggas in Rest In Peace
The ones living it’s time to eat
Tell my side bitch I love her
Give my main bitch to my brother
Pig pork chop getting smothered
Mouth shinning gold like butter
Snakes on my ass Medusa I’m a seller you a user
Really thugging you on computers
We ain’t the same lil nigga
I don’t need no gang lil nigga
And I really popped them thangs lil nigga
LONG LIVE LIL MARK
Go against the grain get burned with the flame
Don’t talk to the cops don’t mention my name
If you get jammed up zip ya lips don’t sang
Niggas be Cappin all these niggas lame
Sell they soul that’s all for the fame
Cops on my ass do the dash like I’m dame
Totally different nigga we ain’t the same
And all my dogs vicious they can’t be tamed
Sold every drug and I thought about cane
Get in that pussy im making it rain
Tired of taking losses do whatever for to gain
Really want this shit do whatever for the game
Wash my hands you go against the grain
If he get caught that boy gone sang
I can feel it
He gone squill it
This 4.5 im a wheel it
I’m in the mix like a bakery
You ain’t shot shit quit the fakery
Balmains on my ass
7 pockets full of cash
In the foreign do the dash
I can’t show a bitch my stash
You ain’t shot shit quit the fakery
Balmains on my ass 7 pockets full of cash
In the foreign do the dash
I can’t show a bitch my stash
I’m In the mix like a bakery
You ain’t shot shit quit the fakery
Balmains on my ass 7 pockets full of cash
In the foreign do the dash
I can’t show a bitch my stash
Fuck 12 won’t leave a trace
Do a drive by in a wraith
Where I’m from it ain’t safe
They put the play up on the play
Rob you when y’all supposed to rob
Stay out these streets go get a job
Thugging ain’t for everybody
Did away with everybody
Now these niggas scared prolly
Think they gone go dead bout it
Put one in yo head bout it
Who you bank with go fed bout it
Still sliding in the grand
Put ya under for a band
My bitch wanted to fuck my mans
Told my my mans fuck the bitch
I could never love the bitch
Never have I trust a bitch
Y’all niggas on some other shit
I’m tryna get my mother rich
Back door get my brothers rich
Trade a bitch for a brick
And I’m with dogs Vick
Sipping Medicine like I’m sick
Quan sliding with a ruger
Reese that’s the fucking shooter
Take yo pack and sell it to you
Rob you like I never knew you
If yo ass ain’t in the circle
Then yo ass up out the circle
All my niggas
Getting money
In sports
Committing murders
My respect I’ll die about it
Head first dive bout it
Head first up in the jungle
Struggle turned me to a monster
It ain’t bout money then what it’s about
Run a track just like it’s a route
Look my bitch up in her eyes
Once we in it ain’t no outs
And that’s how I’m rocking
And that’s how I’m rolling
And I’m off the block when 12 patrolling
And when I’m there you won’t even notice
Turn the volume it get me up in focus
My son gone be iced out for his daddy iced out
And when I’m in yo bitch tell her turn the lights out
Vonta sliding in a Vic
Choppa come without the kick
Glock come with the stick
And for yo bitch I come with dick
May my niggas in Rest In Peace
The ones living it’s time to eat
Tell my side bitch I love her
Give my main bitch to my brother
Pig pork chop getting smothered
Mouth shinning gold like butter
Snakes on my ass Medusa I’m a seller you a user
Really thugging you on computers
We ain’t the same lil nigga
I don’t need no gang lil nigga
And I really popped them thangs lil nigga
LONG LIVE LIL MARK
Go against the grain get burned with the flame
Don’t talk to the cops don’t mention my name
If you get jammed up zip ya lips don’t sang
Niggas be Cappin all these niggas lame
Sell they soul that’s all for the fame
Cops on my ass do the dash like I’m dame
Totally different nigga we ain’t the same
And all my dogs vicious they can’t be tamed
Sold every drug and I thought about cane
Get in that pussy im making it rain
Tired of taking losses do whatever for to gain
Really want this shit do whatever for the game
Wash my hands you go against the grain
If he get caught that boy gone sang
I can feel it
He gone squill it
This 4.5 im a wheel it
I’m in the mix like a bakery
You ain’t shot shit quit the fakery
Balmains on my ass
7 pockets full of cash
In the foreign do the dash
I can’t show a bitch my stash