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Shake It & Drillyizzy (Radio Edit)

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Shake It & Drillyizzy (Radio Edit) was released on July 6, 2023 by 5461227 Records DK as a part of the album Shake it & drillyizzy (Radio Edit) - Single

Song Details

AlbumShake it & drillyizzy (Radio Edit) - Single

Release DateJuly 6, 2023

Label5461227 Records DK

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM144

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Kevin Lamont Warren

Kevin Lamont Warren

Songwriter

Lyrics

Every day I get shot, Glock, Glock, Boom, I'm smokin' on Rated-R and Ray-Ban

And you know, we smokin' your pop, God sent to the lobby, oh nah

And you know, he in heaven, sayin' damn, that kid's a savage

And you know, smokin' your man, turn a little boy to a fan

And you know, I took your girl, she in my bed, doin' them twirls

And you know, don't flex, we finna dance on the grave

Me in kj Got our chop, ain't Fab get shot

Like what, you can't talk, cause you ain't got a pop

That man sittin' in heaven, sayin' damn, those kids in savage

Ayo, KJ, get some chop, we gon' spin, jamars block

And you know, I was not gon' dip, but now it's gon' be bloody missed

Cause he can't hush his mouth, so that boy, he gotta pound

And you know, I take his girl and she gon' get that pouncin', pouncin

Ayo, Raiden, took your girl, she beautiful and she just 12

Man, you lost a good one, but you ain't hurtin' her

And you know, me and KJ, we'll spin your block any day

You better watch out, ayy, cause he put your mans in a grave

Ayo, Anthony, shut your mouth, cause you a weakling, wow

Talkin' bout some hop, finna send you to the stop

And you know, smokin' the man, turn a little boy to a fan

And you know, Raiden, watch out, cause you need to hush your nana

Cause you know, you makin' me mad, lil' boy, you think you bad

Nah, I caught you laughin', talkin' bout some music, savage

Cause I got your girl shakin', hush your mouth, you gon' see it comin

Glock, Glock, Glock, please

Every opp shot

Glock, like, we pull up to the block with the knock

Catch me a fab he get beat out his socks

Two swing Glocks, make him see the light

Run on Jamar he get beat with the bike

KSGK that's how I feel roll on a opp he get pop like a pill

Yo, girl, she shakin' and shakin' and shakin

Run on the opp, leave his face hangin

Grahh, me and Izzy don't play

Run on the opp, he get beat with the K

If you run on me, you ain't runnin' back

Extended clip with a mag

Yo, Izzy, blow off his cab

Dissin' on me, you can sent with your dad

Don't forget, we shot at his melon

Beat that boy with the number seven

Like, you the number one favorite opp

Bullets gon' make him belly flop

Run on the opp, leave him to the cops

Ayo, Izzy, we smokin' his pops

Run on the opp, send him to the sun

Big B.O.A., y'all never spun

Beat that boy with a drum

Can't fight your lungs, blood on a gun

Take me a gun

123 you nothing Rayden u think u hard

Lil' boy, you got nothin

You know I took your girl, your friends

And your whole world

So you really need a hug

I do nothin', yeah

Grahh

Written by: Kevin Lamont Warren

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