Yukatán Songtext
von Kevin Gates

I′m in the Yucatan
What up love
Say look
Bitch doin' everything it s′posed to do but
Them baby's, they 'bout to vomit
They say this shit got a bad taste on it

Shot the text, he wan′ hit on the waist
Northside, pullin′ up in the H (I'm in that)
Where you at? (I′m here) I'm in the city, this Gates
The body shop, I need to get in your face

500 blocks in the middle
Been gettin′ ridiculous, lotta this shit wasn't straight
I dropped a load on my partner and encountered some problems
Receivin′ a lotta complaints (For real)

It do what it's s'posed to,
It jump out the gym in the Kitchen and
Smokers not liking the taste (Not likin′ that)
Droppin′ the coupe with vanilla extract in the Pyrex (I got it)


And try not to run 'em away
Big homie in Baltimore sayin′ it's boomin′
I'm tempted to go back and fuck with the food
Wait on my killas to get outta prison in case that these niggas don′t

Play by the rules I can remember when I was
Just wishin' a 30 cent flipper we stood on the block
Grabbin' it hard out the bungalow, stains on my underclothes
Safety pin, breakin′ the rocks

Surrounded by junkies, I keep ′em my company
Need 'em, I wake em, I give ′em a dot
Back on my Aniston, kitchen we standin' in
I′m in here practicin' over a pot

Check it out, love
Make sure you shake that box up real good and ain′t no clumps in it
'Cause you might be bout to take it back where you got
It from yaherd? (They hate to salute when you stand up)
That dude back there on the camera he grabbin a hunnid

They come off the Yukatan love
They come off the Yukatan love
Bitch you play we gon come down there and tear Baton Rouge up


1 on a 1 and I'm 2500 a zap
Hit the H with the quinine
I spray with the (shh), and I dry it out
Know how I maneuver, weigh that on the ruler
Pull up with the shooter and try it out

He know I′m that pressure, he nod out
I caught the end of the drought when Obama had won the election
I′m runnin for president
Plug got a text and went up on a number

But I made my money from fuckin' with medicines
Got me a doctor my white partna′
Od on Oxies he showed me the ropes with the roxies
Be throwin Julio, young fly society

Half of you don't even know how I′m rockin'
We stand on that business, they know we bout action
But niggas be taking our name and they draggin (Fuck them)
Applyin′ that pressure

I hit with the 'pressor, a lot of you won't understand it
Then go to talkin′ with slick,
So the charges don′t stick but im in this bitch changin' her pampers
Pullin′ her hair when I mix anotha two on the

Split put the bitch in the jack and restamp it
I'mma just let the bitch sit check the
Watch when it tick (Ay, that′s 45 minutes!)
Kiss on the bitch, put her back in her panties

I got the dope and they know that I'm swaggin′
I chill on a boat when I go to Miami
I'm in Dubai they funny now
I get em for 26, 5, 32 let em fly

I might drop em to 29, (Yeah)
Playin with the kid it'll cost you, (Ooh)
I might can′t move but the car do

I′m on that money man,
Had to work out in the gym,
At first I was fat now I'm gettin′ real slim
I'm slim but I′m trim like a bicycle rim,
This bitch on my dick 'cause she know what it is

They hate to salute when you stand up (Why is that?) (Gates)
They hate to salute when you stand up
They come off the Yukatan love
They hate to salute when you stand up
They come off the Yukatan love

′Cos they hate to salute when you stand up
Keep doin' your biz
They hate to salute when you stand up
They come off the Yukatan love
Come off the Yukatan love

Man the shit got a bad taste on 'em, that′s how it come off lately
Come on the Yukatan
Been about 3 or 4 months that shit been fucked up out here man
Rap niggas talkin′ 'bout fake ass dope boys man
Come off the Yukatan love