Shake-N-Bake (feat. BIG30)

First we get the drop

Then we light a block up

Hit 'em in the shit

Clear the scene before the cops come

I put thirty in my Glock and put a hunnid in my Draco

My youngin counted one, I flew him out and told him lay low

To get a **** goin', I press a buton like a remote

I give a **** stitches, he a bitch, I call him Lilo

I don't fuck with rappers, most of these bitch ass **** too fake

Trappin', jackin', rappin', most of my **** get it a few ways

Clappin' 'bout that action, ain't no telling who I'm gon' shoot today

My house be full of fuckin' killers, I ain't got no room to hate

Run around town, they talkin' down, they want the enemy

I gotta smash but I ain't beg, ain't got the energy

He smoked your thug, I wrote a check, we friends with benefits

Got a big bag, now she gon' sign it off on her chimney

One kill, two kills, I cannot feel

Three kills, four kills, I'm off the pain pills

Five kills, six kills, I'm outside of your crib

Seven, eight, the feds on

You gotta shake and bake

At eighteen, I touched twenty racks, thought I was rich as fuck

Before nineteen, had a hunnid racks, I had to put it up

I turned twenty tons to quarter mill', I told Mama it's up

At twenty-one, I touched a whole mill' and they thought I was bluffin'

Half a million worth of cars and I got 250 on ice

I go everywhere with my shit off the rip, I ain't tryna fight

Any **** touch the diamond, he get hit up with the rifle

You take our badge and get away, you still gon' die, that's on the Bible

You know Fredo, that's my brother, can't wait till Lil' Yo-yo back

Known for runnin' **** down, slam one hundreds and photo cap

I can call a play and up the score big thirty, quarterback

I'm slidin' in a bulletproof Cadillac killer, trail me in the track

One kill, two kills, I cannot feel

Three kills, four kills, I'm off the pain pills

Five kills, six kills, I'm outside of your crib

Seven, eight, the feds on

You gotta shake and bake

One kill, two kills, I cannot feel

Three kills, four kills, I'm off the pain pills

Five kills, six kills, I'm outside of your crib

Seven, eight, the feds on

You gotta shake and bake

You know Fredo, that's my brother, can't wait till Lil' Yo-yo back

Known for runnin' **** down, slam one hundreds and photo cap

I can call a play and up the score big thirty, quarterback

I'm slidin' in a bulletproof Cadillac killer, trail me in the track