shake it (remix) (feat. B-Lovee) - wolfacejoeyy

Grrah-grrah, boom Grrah, I'm really a 'ooter (I can't help but) Grrah And this beat from Cash, not from Youtube I can't help but— I can't help it Needy niggas, I swear they ain't help shit Glock by the belt, catch the opp, he get dealt with On hots with the rip, tryna melt shit Damn hot, he get hit with some hot shit With his boo, she get bopped and do thot shit Watch her drop it, and you know that I told her don't stop it, pop it We see the opps, gotta flock it That boy dissin' he talkin' on nonsense We tryna blitz, take a Y off the opp list Yeah I'm lit, I'm still totin' a knocker, like, no I can't let up Like, damn I can't help that my shooters not free Gotta step for thе bell or slide for the V And my Trеndy raise hell, know we do it for P I'ma slide for myself, not gon' do it for me Fuck help from the wolves Take a risk for the team Glock hold a shhh, fell in love with the beam Like, new opp, oh now he get steamed Got the new chop Now we all 'bout to steam Sit the ways on em And B Lovee in the cut, yellin', O's gettin' shot If they play with him What they say to them? Know Wan Billy the 'ooter I pop out the cut, now that's dangerous Thats on bro, I'ma blow, I be anxious I can't fall for no hoe now, I'm famous Can't be fucked with, I'm feelin' like Baby Shit got tact', had to tuck the .380 Pour a deuce in my Faygo, got me feelin' wavy Know a opp that got hit, now he lazy Please don't fuck up my mood, I get crazy Get to boomin', this shit got no safety Niggas actin', I swear that I'm not He got boomed tryna save him a thot I get active, just go ask the opps This shit'll get tragic, you with it or not? Better boom, better duck If he trip then that boy outta luck Chase him down like I play for the Bucks Amiri the denims, the pockets be stuffed That's enough Think it's sweet, man this shit'll get tough Think he Balmain just watch him get touched I depend on no man 'cause I know that I'm clutch Let him run .30 and better, that's enough He get hit from the neck up, make him hush Demons with me, you know that they anxious She act naughty, she want me to spank it A lot in my clip but I ain't tryna waste it Bend through the back now the chop' tryna frame shit Cuzzy with me, I can't really tame him Spot a opp, chase him down, tryna flame him Rearranged him, couple opps that got shot, can't name 'em See I caught a blizzy, he creep through the bap Put a hole in his back, tryna Dame 'em It's aight, niggas wanna be famous Know I'm neighborhood Crip and I'm sanctioned Hoodstar [Rey?], catch a hit when they claim us None of my hittas work dayshifts Reyway Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah I can't help but I can't help but

It was love at first sight I know From the way she looked at me Her eyes said it all Long days and nights, we spent (grrrah) Until she dropped the bomb on me (grrrah, grrrah, uh huh) When she said that she Was unhappily married with children And I wish I never— I like how you look in them jeans Might go and just get a Celine We ballin', this shit not a dream Like Spalding, this shit showin' green I-I make it happen, for the team Dior fabric, lookin' clean She actin' bad, I get to clappin', like All you gon' hear is her scream She act bad, she got the ass in the booth Off the Migos and D'us', she gon do what she do, like They know how we step, she go left, better move right In my cup it be topped, baby girl I don't do, like Come and party and see what the goons like It's a movie, we gon' get drunk and then fuck in Jacuzzi Lil' shorty a cutie, the one that keep shaking the jatt with the tat on the booty She gon' get low and then give me that skully Ski mask, .40 on me and my hoodie Icy, let a nigga try to book me That's what she like, she know I ain't no rookie Catch an opp, I turn into a bully B-b-back out and hit him with this fully And she gon' eat me just 'cause how I'm lookin' Dreads hang low, how they lookin', like I might give her a ten, look Shittin' on bitches again Shakin' her hips, goin' in She a baddie, with her friend Let her do what she do She feelin' good, do not fuck up her mood I-it get tact, just watch how you move New chop kick like it got a boot I like how you look in them jeans Might go and just get a Celine We ballin', this shit not a dream Like Spalding, this shit showin' green I-I make it happen, for the team Dior fabric, lookin' clean She actin' bad, I get to clappin', like All you gon' hear is her scream Okay, that nigga, he lit Off the Migos she gon take off with me O-o-okay, look both ways Shorty a cutie, might slide first base Put the tail on the booty It's a booty, it's a beauty Let's get into it, shit wet, like Jacuzzi My guns being choosy Got guns, Call of Duty Money in my pocket, he ain't fit in Ksubis Doing myself, don't need no army If you need me, just come call me What-what-what, tryna fuck-fuck-fuck Brr, buh-buh-buh, got sticks and drums My favorite style, yeah shit be doggy Offer dick, yeah, dick you froggy Huh-huh-huh, you a slut-slut-slut? Made her cum, actin' bad for what? I like how you look in them jeans Might go and just get a Celine We ballin', this shit not a dream Like Spalding, this shit showin' green I-I make it happen, for the team Dior fabric, lookin' clean She actin' bad, I get to clappin', like All you gon' hear is her scream Put the tail on her booty It's a booty, it's a beauty Wuh-wuh-wuh-wuh Brr, buh-buh-buh, wuh-wuh-wuh (Oh) Tryna fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck Tryna fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck (grrrah, grrrah, grrrah-grrrah)

Grrah Aah Grrah, grrah, boom Grrah, grrah, boom (Grrah) Niggas chattin' like I don't do what? (Like I don't do what?) If he front, he get hit in his gut (grrah) Keep a nine on my hip 'cause I swear that I'm clutch Watch her slob on my dick while I hold on her bun, like (while I hold on her bun) He sneak dissin', that nigga a bum (that nigga a bum) Pop out at dark, all he seen was the gun (all he seen was a gun) On sight, I'ma blick 'cause I know he gon' run ('cause I know he gon' run) It get tact' where I stay, better tote you a gun, like (better tote you a mop) Bitch, it's OG's or no G's (bitch, it's OG's) Hop out and I 'oot like Ginóbli (grrah, grrah) Rest in peace Diddy, he clutch like he Kobe She poppin' her titty, she don't even know me (she don't even know me) I don't care 'bout no he say, she say (like what?) Why that goofy put me in a song? I can't wait 'til I catch little DThang I let that heat sing, now he in a song (now he in a wrap) Watch these opp niggas put this on replay (put this on replay) Watch a opp nigga run like it's relay (like it's relay) Stackin' hunnids on hunnids, then replay (then replay) Have our way with the money, my team payed (Grrah, grrah) If he movin' wild, get to packin' like Green Bay (like Green Bay) Bitches act if they just wanna meet gang (like what?) Off the 'migo, she actin' a fool (she actin' a fool) Holy moly, we might need a room (we might need a what?) Hit her once but I won't hit her twice (I won't hit her twice) Missed him once but I won't miss him twice (won't miss him twice) Bullets hittin' him harder than Mike (harder than Mike) Shootin' movies, I'm feelin' like Spike (feelin' like Spike) Opp thought, 'cause the beatin' like Ike They say that we sweet, come see what it's like (what it's like) I bet he won't leave with his life If not, I bet he won't sleep for some nights (uh-huh) Smoochies off Henny, they geekin' all night (uh-huh) She get low, watch her shake it like Riri (like Riri) 42, 'migo's got her actin' 'eaky He put on a show, we aimin' at his figi Pour a deuce, watch it drop in the Fiji Niggas broke and all them niggas needy (niggas needy) Catch 'em lackin', we gon' do 'em greazy (greazy) Niggas chattin' like I don't do what? (Like huh?) If he front, he get hit in his gut (grrah, grrah) Keep a nine on my hip 'cause I swear that I'm clutch (swear) Watch her slob on my dick while I hold on her bun, like (hold on her bun) He sneak dissin', that nigga a bum (nigga a bum) Pop out at dark, all he seen was the gun (seen was the gun) On sight, I'ma blick 'cause I know he gon' run It get tack where I stay, better tote you a gun, like (better tote you a mop) Bitch, it's OG's or no G's (bitch, it's OG's) Hop out and I 'oot like Ginóbli Rest in peace Diddy, he clutch like he Kobe She poppin' her titty, she don't even know me I don't care 'bout no he say, she say Why that goofy put me in a song? (Like what?) I can't wait 'til I catch little DThang I let that heat sing, now he in a song (grrah, grrah, boom) Grrah, grrah, boom Why that goofy put me in a song? (Grrah) Thottie shakin', get it in her thong Like, thottie shakin', got her in her thong

Que lo que, what's the word? Que tu hace, what we doin'? We spot a opp, get to shootin' But do 'em like Wasca, what we boomin' We makin' movies, so don't walk up Niggas hidin' and shit, they ain't stupid Pop out the cut, how we do it He don't got no drills, but he make good music Like, she tryna come to my casa 'Cause she tryna give me that culo And it's still, "Free Flocka" out the you know Hit and quit it, we can't fall for no group ho I'm the one, number uno Just havin' fun, let a few go Hit it good, make her scream Papi Chulo .40 flip a nigga like a Sumo When we on that block, tiro Niggas hidin' and shit when he sendin' When we catch a opp, tiro Shot from the Glock got 'em limpin' Niggas be actin' like Deebo He don't see what I see, though Shooter wit' me and I call him Carlito Tiro Grrah, tiro Tiro I'm too crafty, like, who wanna see that I keep it on me, I don't need a b-bag We like 4 deep, we got three straps Shorty on me, throw that thin' back One of the bros be the watchout If we catch a opp, he get clocked out Bullets hit hard, that's a knockout We say 'tiro, then let a shot out He act bad, then I'm backin' him down And then after that, ain't no gettin' up There go my cup, pass me my soda Pour up that lean, 'cause I can't get enough And she used to move wocky Hit it from the side, got her callin' me Papi Get to the money, these niggas broke And this is for all the opp niggas that watch me When we on that block, tiro Niggas hidin' and shit when he sendin' When we catch a opp, tiro Shot from the Glock got 'em limpin' Niggas be actin' like Deebo He don't see what I see, though Shooter wit' me and I call him Carlito Tiro Grrah, tiro Tiro

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Oh yeah, OUHBOY, this shit bangin') Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Oh-oh, yessir They know we official, don't need the whistle Any lil' problem, we cease the issue Shittin' on niggas, I need some tissues (I need it) Nowadays, I cannot leave the pistol (at ho'-home) 'Cause these niggas want me dead and gone (uh-huh) And I know they wanna leavе me with a cold face, closed casе (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) They wanna see me in a whole grave, no win So, I'm stayin' on point in case they creep on me And I got aim with this Glock, don't sleep on me I got aim Got that four nickels poppin', it's gon' knock out his brain Fuck the fame, know my name Still pop out at dark, on the block with the gang Switchin' lanes, hit the top of the dash I can't stop 'cause the Glock got a flash All my Amiris authentic, the opps doin' blares No, I ain't sayin' no names but the opps gettin' tired Always shittin' on niggas, extended the MAG Our plan still get in the bag Used to blow like a whistle, leave a nigga sad Hit a opp, I won't miss you, leave you in the past They know we official, don't need the whistle Any lil' problem, we cease the issue Shittin' on niggas, I need some tissues (I need it) Nowadays, I cannot leave the pistol (at ho'-home) 'Cause these niggas want me dead and gone (uh-huh) And I know they wanna leavе me with a cold face, closed casе But fuck 'em they really not haters they fans though Stackin' these bands up What type of guy is you K? I'm a stand up She make it stand up, I put my hands up She tryna keep me from pullin' my pants up Oh, that's your ho? I ain't know she was amped up (I ain't know) Keepin' my foot on they necks 'til it cramp up ('til it cramp up) And we don't need nobody to stamp us (nobody) They know we leavin' our mark in this bitch Put my heart in this shit, give 'em blood, sweat and tears (tears) Look in my eyes and tell me what you see? Nigga, know that shit cap if he ever say fear (fear) Man, this shit gettin' weird, they got love for YXNG K but not love for Vikeer I was blind, yeah, I was, now it's clear (now it's clear) They keep showin' fake love, I don't care (I don't care) And if you wanna know why (tell 'em) Really, I feel like I'm numb to it If I love you I'm loyal, still can't give you too many chances 'cause that's how the love ruin (the love ruin) Turnt this rap shit into somethin' I love doin' (I love doin') Turnt your back, you can't come back, that's a dub, homie (a dub, homie) Fuck that, can't let no nigga get one up on me (one up on me) Boom, boom, boom, if they run up on me (Boom, boom, boom) They know we official, don't need the whistle Any lil' problem, we cease the issue Shittin' on niggas, I need some tissues (I need it) Nowadays, I cannot leave the pistol (at ho'-home) 'Cause these niggas want me dead and gone And I know they wanna leavе me with a cold face, closed casе (and I know they wanna leavе me with a cold face, closed casе) Oh, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

22, what up? Uh, shake it Shawty gon' move up and shake it Tell her, "Bend that ass, back it up" (oh) Tell her, "Bend that ass back and don't break it" Take ya' mama now, not much just to make it Uh, shawty, don't break it Uh, yeah, shawty gon' shake it Uh, yeah, shawty gon' shake it Hold on, we finna get it (woah) Shawty spin that ass back like a fidget (woah) Her shit fat, hold on, give me a minute (woah) Think she in love, she wan' pay me a visit, like (woah) Huh, shake it Uh, lil' baby, shake it, uh (woah) Yeah, please do not break it We leave him dodging bullets like The Matrix, uh Yeah, they know it's us when we walk in the function Me and my twin take trips out to London, oh No fireball, we finna bun him, oh Got too many clones, I'ma son him, oh Pack him up, we finna lunch him, uh Shawty shakin' that ass and it's bustin' You know we run America like Dunkin, oh (oh) Twenty-two shots (yeah), on my body, got twenty-two thots (yeah) Got too many trolls, I got twenty-two bots The number one villain, got twenty-two opps We can fuck wherever, got twenty-two spots (alright) Too many bands, I got twenty-two knots Off the Casamigos, she off twenty-two shots Wanna fuck again, shawty saying, "Uno más, uno más," uh Shawty sing it like— (yeah-yeah) She callin' my phone my phone, I'm like— (yeah-yeah) Lil' Joey and this is my— (yeah-yeah) Huh, hold on Yeah, she goin' crazy like— (yeah-yeah) She wanna fuck, I'm like— (yeah-yeah) (Oh, I) Huh, okay (yeah-yeah) (Oh, I) Huh, okay Uh, bust it (yeah) Shawty gon' back up and bust it (yeah) It's so fat, all the boys wanna touch it (okay) Take it slow, baby girl, do not rush it, oh (okay) Her milkshake brings all the boys to the yard My bitch bad, she better than yours Took her on prom, but I took her on tour in Florida (22, what up?) Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh Okay, oh my gosh Uh, walk in the strip, I'm like— (yeah-yeah, yeah) Bitch hit my phone, I'm like— (yeah-yeah, yeah) Huh, okay Uh, shake it Shawty gon' move up and shake it Tell her, "Bend that ass, back it up" (oh) Tell her, "Bend that ass back and don't break it" Take ya' mama now, not much just to make it Uh, shawty, don't break it Uh, yeah, shawty gon' shake it Uh, yeah, shawty gon' shake it Hold on, we finna get it (Woah) Shawty spin that ass back like a fidget (woah) Her shit fat, hold on, give me a minute (woah) Think she in love, she wan' pay me a visit, like (woah) Huh, shake it Uh, lil' baby, shake it, uh (woah) Yeah, please do not break it We leave him dodging bullets like The Matrix, uh