Kevin Gates has a new song out shortly following dropping his album Khaza.
On July 3rd, he posted the brand-new song “I Don’t Hit It With The Fork” to his YouTube page. The title of the song is “I Don’t Hit It With The Fork” and clearly, everyone is trying to who it’s about as well as the lyrics and their meaning.
Kevin Gates passionately and effortlessly shows his poetic abilities over a soundtrack by Struis and 58 Gang. The rapper from Baton Rouge discusses his personal life, his prior relationships, and his current ones.
It’s obvious that he’s upset and angry with a woman who has wronged him in the past; in this situation, Dreka is most likely the target prior to them making back up. It’s likely that the new song is for the project’s upcoming deluxe.
Kevin Gates “I Don’t Hit It With The Fork” Lyrics:
[Intro] Call MAC100it, you heard me? (58 present the gang) Khaza (Deluxe) on the way, you heard me? Out my mind right now I don't wan' talk, b**** Hurt people, hurt people And I'm destroyed on the inside I'm droppin' the raw in her jaw Watchin' it melt to the [?] Same water from the bowl [Verse 1] Bustin' the [?] the [?] Eatin' crap on the package Get it in, get it off (Doo) Breadwinner, I'm a don Slum Lord in the slums Grab the towel, put the towel down Fingertip the Pyrex Hmm, I'ma lift it with my palm Mini kitchen out the farm I'm receivin' in the blogs Trap girl lookin' on the stove cookin' She think it's cute when I wiggle my arms (Ayy) General snitched, [?] dick in my shorts Takin' my lick, I don't know how to talk (I talk) Nothing like them, I don't know what you saw Hmm, I don't hit it with the fork Excuse me, I'm lit, I'm collectin' my thoughts I'm pressure, and please don't expect me to call Shawty bend over, she makin' it arch I'm deep in her stomach, I'm makin' it fart Supplyin' that lumber, she told me she love me I go get the money, I don't get involved Sluttie, she thuggin' with me and my dawgs She loyal, so she 'bout to get it, on God Pop Smoke with it, real dope dealer Know that if I give a call, then, it's war Bricks and the heroine, makin' them knaw Deliverin' the issue [?] I was hoppin' the booker [?] [?] Hit with the [?] [Bridge] Sixty-three grams with two in the quarter, Lord I don't hit it with the fork Ayy, Gates, I love you homie You ought to make [?] When I hit your boy with the knife [?] and his brain got taken, you know La Rasa Let's get it [Verse 2] Hmm, I'm a big speaker, I'm really retarded Say I'm a big ego, I'm [?] Switch on a b****, get a binary trigger But you ain't know that 'cause you fakin' and flodgin' Pay for the order, they crossin' the border But shoutout t o Florida, we posted in Georgia Went to Jamaica, we hangin' with gangsta But they thought that we went to play in the water Mixtape droppin', called, "I love my plug" He love that I'm datin' his daughter Columbian bricks in a secret compartment Cuban cigars and s***, [?] Movin' too fast, how you end up a target Went slow so I beat up a [?], so, I move like a tortoise Hellcat, vroom, I put it in throttle Fresh out the car, like nothin', I'm dodgin' [?] I'm a hell of a artist In San Diego and I'm in a charger Whoever wan' purchase a feature from me, it ain't free I'm a street n****, I gotta charge you Whoever wan' beef with the king, to proceed you, immediately, you in a coffin Khaza (Deluxe) on the way, tell the label they get in the way I'ma drop it tomorrow No longer get in my feelings I'm like Bryson Tiller, I'm sorry I am not sorry Big booty b**** [?] Look at that a** like Ari [Outro] Yeah, you ain't got extended Give me somethin' else to punch on Wagwan, General