Shake

Hurt, what it do?

Damn, Prez, this beat crank like shit

Yeah, huh

Block fortune, damn

I prefer to get 'em executed

We beefin', so I'ma do it

Gettin' nauseous from embalming fluid

I burn 'em like Freddy Krueger

Tick tock, nigga, time runnin' out

Bendin' your bend, I'ma give him the runaround

I know he expected a brick, but I gave him a hundred rounds

Blue 42s, two-three, that's a touchdown

Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

I shake 'em like 7-Eleven

Chopstick give him a ticket to heaven

I had to slap the barrel off my brand new Beretta

Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

Shakin' niggas 'cause I'm clever

Bitch, I'm your friendly neighborhood finesse

I snuck heavy metal through a metal detector

Don't get caught in my neck of the woods

I'm gettin' neck in the woods

New lil' blickity back in the hood

I'm movin' back to the hood

Shame on these niggas payin' for pussy

How you shoot close range and miss? You a rookie

I need worms to walk in and fatten the book

I charge my favorite rapper because they overlooked

I do what I want, you do what I say, hey

Fuck it, I know it's cliche

I caught a case in the 8th and ran away

But that was way back in the day

I'll leave that pussy nigga at the Chesapeake Bay, hey

Pardon my wave

How you beefin' with me and not know where you stay? Ayy

Come with me to pick out your grave

You want a feat'? You gotta pay

You keep thinkin' it's sweet, but shit could get brazy

Want a picture with me? It better be HD

I stopped sippin' on lean and I think it hate me

Mama keep on tryna save me

Me and bro was sellin' dope like the '80s

My daddy was whippin' the white, Slim Shady

He made the junkies lean back like the Matrix

I prefer to get 'em executed

We beefin', so I'ma do it

Gettin' nauseous from embalming fluid

I burn 'em like Freddy Krueger

Tick tock, nigga, time runnin' out

Bendin' your bend, I'ma give him the runaround

I know he expected a brick, but I gave him a hundred rounds

Blue 42s, two-three, that's a touchdown

Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

I shake 'em like 7-Eleven

Chopstick give him a ticket to heaven

I had to slap the barrel off my brand new Beretta

Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

Shakin' niggas 'cause I'm clever

Bitch, I'm your friendly neighborhood finesse

I snuck heavy metal through a metal detector

I keep a chopper on me, that's my thunder buddy

Boy, don't get popped like Bubble Buddy

Double M, bubbly, sippin' muddy

Put the gas in the bath, it's gettin' musty

I ain't gon' lie, I was clutchin' a musket

Yellow diamonds, bitch, I'm covered in mustard

I feel like Tunechi, I'm rockin' truffics

Bitch, I feel like I'm MJ in '88, I'm gettin' buckets

I'm servin' hard rocks

I'm from the block, I was livin' in Hard Knocks

Bitch, I got triple crossed, I got a dark heart

I cut the head off the whip, it's a drop top

I got a hard head, bitch, I'm the juggernaut

I'm Atlanta, but baby, where they used to jugg a lot

I got the U-U-B straight off the Save-A-Lot

Bitch, I'ma whip my wrist until I break the pot

I'm a wolf wearin' sheep clothes

Dressed in all black, niggas thinkin' I'm emo

Keep suckin' that dick, baby, deep throat

Nigga bullshit and get shot like a B-roll

When I'm in Miami, my niggas speak Creole

She was born in July, I can't fuck with no Leo

Chopstick leave your brains on the peephole

On God, I still wan' fuck my P.O. (Give me that)

I prefer to get 'em executed

We beefin', so I'ma do it

Gettin' nauseous from embalming fluid

I burn 'em like Freddy Krueger

Tick tock, nigga, time runnin' out

Bendin' your bend, I'ma give him the runaround

I know he expected a brick, but I gave him a hundred rounds

Blue 42s, two-three, that's a touchdown

Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

I shake 'em like 7-Eleven

Chopstick give him a ticket to heaven

I had to slap the barrel off my brand new Beretta

Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

Shakin' niggas 'cause I'm clever

Bitch, I'm your friendly neighborhood finesse

I snuck heavy metal through a metal detector