Stir The Pot Lyrics – Kevin Gates | Luca Brasi 4
“Stir The Pot,” from Kevin Gates’ anticipated 2025 album, Luca Brasi 4, exudes a bold and unapologetic spirit. He showcases his self-assurance, the fruits of his hard work, and a straightforward perspective on fame and relationships. The track radiates a raw, gritty vibe as Kevin remains authentic, casting shade on those from his past who have ceased to support him. His lyrics explore the depths of his struggles, betrayals, and relentless drive to maintain his position.
“Stirrin’ the pot” signifies his desire to seize control of his life, adhering to his own principles while disregarding others’ opinions. This song immerses listeners in Kevin’s universe, where he takes the reins and embraces his narrative. Check out the lyrics to “Stir The Pot” below and feel his passion for music.
Lyrics of Stir The Pot by Kevin Gates
[Intro]Ayy, Look
[Chorus]
They Say I’m The Realest, I Get That A Lot
Say What I Want, Who Gon’ Tell Me To Stop?
Say You Want Smoke, Then I’m Ready To Die
One Of The Men, Standin’ On Ten
Built A Lil’ Different In Case You Forgot
I’m Really Him, Y’all Ain’t Identical
I’m In Here Stirrin’ The Pot
Stirrin’ The Pot, Stirrin’ The Pot, Stirrin’ The Pot, Stirrin’ The Pot
I’m Really Him, Y’all Ain’t Identical
I’m In Here Stirrin’ The Pot
Stirrin’ The Pot, Stirrin’ The Pot, Stirrin’ The Pot, Stirrin’ The Pot
One Of The Men, Standin’ On Ten
Built A Lil’ Different In Case You Forgot
[Verse]
Artists I Done Helped Before They Got Famous
Won’t Return The Favor Once They Got Famous
Most Of Y’all Fakin’, No Names Stated
Thank You, No Thank You, No Handshakin’ (No)
I’ma Keep It All The Way Entertainment (All The Way)
No Direct Line, No Communication (Hello?)
You Can Have Your People Reach Out To My People
Say You Want A Feature,
Tell ’em Send The Payment (Tell Them To Send It)
I Am Professionally Not Playin’
Don’t Harbor Resentment Toward It, Understand
Y’all Was Just Teachin’ Me How To Play It
All Of The Women That I Ever Dated (For Real)
Thank You For Turnin’ Me Into A Player (For Real)
I Was A Gentleman, I Was Genuine
Genuinely Been Manipulated
Be Careful, They Clever, Schemin’, Imitatin’
Onward And Upward, Ain’t Gon’ See You Later (Yoom)
I’m A Big Eagle, All I See Is Paper (Ah-ah)
Labeled A Bread Winner, Lot Of Dough Formin’,
When The Oven Open, I’m A Baker
Approach When The Oven On Me, I’ma Bake You
Pole Poke A Whole Hole In Your Soul,
Have Your Whole Nose Lookin’ Like A Bagel
Shirt Bust Open, No Security With Me,
Courtside With It, I’m A Big Gangster
Feel The Energy, I’m The Algorithm,
Got The Internet Goin’ Crazy (Crazy)
Really Floor-seated At The Lakers Game
With My Jewelry On Just Blingin’ (Woah)
Get A Glimpse Of Me And The Referee Might Forget
What Team He Even Playin’ (Woah)
Any Chick See Me, Probably Start Cheesin’
And Forget What She Was Even Sayin’ (Woah)
If Kings Don’t Entertain Opinions Of A Peasant,
Why He Even Say It? (Woah)
I Am God In The Flesh, Emperor,
I’m Respected Anywhere I Stand (Woah)
Bet They Give Me One More Chance (Ooh),
Fainted When They Touch My Hands (Ooh)
Diamonds On Me Like To Dance (Ooh),
You Would Think They Went And Took A Class (Ooh)
Red Suit, Kevin Kanye West,
Michael Jackson With The Swag (Ooh)
White Coupe, Kevin 911, Turbo S Edition, Actin’ Bad
I Don’t Get Tired, Lay You ‘cross The Lap,
Put Belt To A Nigga Ass (Ooh)
[Outro]Put Belt To A Nigga Ass (Ooh)
