Lil Yea - Kevin Gates

I can't stand to see you treated bad
I drop that bag 'bout you
Get a nigga smashed 'bout you
You know you my lil' yeah, right?

Even though I'm not your man, you not my girl
I'ma call you my lil' yeah, yeah
And I can't stand to see you treated bad
I drop that bag 'bout you, yeah, yeah
Get a nigga smashed 'bout you, you my lil' yeah, yeah
If you ain't know, you know, we ain't supposed to do, you my yeah, yeah
Ever say you runnin' low on cash, I bless you with bands
You could pull up by the trap in my section, I'm yeah, yeah

On the block, I drop the work off
Skrrt off (Yeah), I got my shirt off
You know I'm yeah, yeah
I'm 'bout you, I'ma do what I'm supposed to do
You my yeah, yeah, yeah

I don't need the lights, cameras, I recall you starin' at me
Don't believe in second chances, want you right there, bae, beside me
Had a bad breakup, new relationship, any better
Tryna get your groove back to swaggin' like you Angela Bassett
Ain't no disrespect, but we both grown, we could make plans for action
No games, you say we cannot walk away, I'm on it backwards
Wanna get behind that ass in traffic, love the way you dancin'
Transaction, could make me shy, admit it, I'm a little romantic
We could get out of here, I'll take you where I live
I'll freak you right, I will, I'll freak you right, I will
Sit down on the couch, take your shoes off
Let me rub your body, rub your body
Lay down on the couch (Yeah), take your shoes off (Yeah)
But let me rub your body (Yeah), before I turn you on (Mwah)
Kiss all in your crack, my tongue all in your ass
Grip your waist and pull your hair, right before I dick you down

Even though I'm not your man, you not my girl
I'ma call you my lil' yeah, yeah
And I can't stand to see you treated bad
I drop that bag 'bout you, yeah, yeah
Get a nigga smashed 'bout you, you my lil' yeah, yeah
If you ain't know, you know, we ain't supposed to do, you my yeah, yeah
Ever say you runnin' low on cash, I bless you with bands
You could pull up by the trap in my section, I'm yeah, yeah

On the block, I drop the work off
Skrrt off (Yeah), I got my shirt off
You know I'm yeah, yeah
I'm 'bout you, I'ma do what I'm supposed to do
You my yeah, yeah, yeah

Feelin' special here, when I'm carressin', bookoo sex appeal
Few vacations, you been several places, like it better here
Let the pressure buildin' up on your shoulders, kiss your bottom lips
Seen your stomach when I'm droppin' lumber, that's a lot of dick
Face down, make up sex
Choke her while I fuck her, she in love with that
When I'm strokin' in slow motion, grip you from the back
Know that dick done took your soul, you come runnin' back for me, love

Even though I'm not your man, you not my girl
I'ma call you my lil' yeah, yeah
And I can't stand to see you treated bad
I drop that bag 'bout you, yeah, yeah
Get a nigga smashed 'bout you, you my lil' yeah, yeah
If you ain't know, you know, we ain't supposed to do, you my yeah, yeah
Ever say you runnin' low on cash, I bless you with bands
You could pull up by the trap in my section, I'm yeah, yeah

On the block, I drop the work off
Skrrt off (Yeah), I got my shirt off
You know I'm yeah, yeah
I'm 'bout you, I'ma do what I'm supposed to do
You my yeah, yeah, yeah