Shake

[Intro] Hurt, what it do? Damn Rezt, this beat crank like shit Yeah It's Funke Huh, Black Fortune, man Man oh man, you should see all the kinds of friends we've got here at Foster's [Chorus] I prefer to get him executed We beefing so I'ma do it Getting nauseous from embalming fluid I burn him like Freddy Kruger Tick tock, nigga, time running out Spinning your bend, I'ma give him the run around I know he expected a brick but I gave him a hundred rounds Blue .40 .223's, that's a touchdown Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake I shake him like 7-Eleven Chopstick give him a ticket to heaven I had to swap the barrel off my brand new Beretta Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake Shakin' niggas 'cause I'm clever Bitch, I'm your friendly neighborhood finesser I snuck heavy metal through a metal detector [Verse 1] Don’t get caught in my neck of the woods I'm getting neck in the woods New little blickity back in the hood I'm moving back to the hood Shame on these niggas paying for pussy How you shoot close range and miss? You a rookie I need one to walk in and five just to book me I charged my favorite rapper because they overlooked me I do what I want, you do what I say, hey Fuck it, I know it's cliche I caught a case and an eighth and ran away But that was way back in the day I leave that pussy nigga at the Chesapeake Bay Hey, pardon my ways How you beefing with me and I know where you stay? Ayy Come with me to pick out your grave You want a fee, you gotta pay You keep thinking it's sweet but shit could get brazy Want a picture with me, it better be HD I stopped sipping on lean and I think it hate me Mama keep on tryna save me Me and bro was selling dope like the 80s My daddy was whipping the white, Slim Shady He made the junkies lean back like The Matrix [Chorus] I prefer to get him executed We beefing so I'ma do it Getting nauseous from embalming fluid I burn him like Freddy Kruger Tick tock, nigga, time running out Spinning your bend, I'ma give him the run around I know he expected a brick but I gave him a hundred rounds Blue .40 .223's, that's a touchdown Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake I shake him like 7-Eleven Chopstick give him a ticket to heaven I had to swap the barrel off my brand new Beretta Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake Shakin' niggas 'cause I'm clever Bitch, I'm your friendly neighborhood finesser I snuck heavy metal through a metal detector [Verse 2] I keep a chopper on me, that's my thunder bunny Boy, don't get popped like bubble buddy Doubling bubbly, sipping muddy Put the gas in the bath, it's getting musty I ain't gon' lie, I was clutching a musket Yellow diamonds, bitch, I'm covered in mustard I feel like Tunechi, I'm rocking Trukfit Bitch, I feel like I'm MJ in '88, I'm getting buckets Hah, I'm serving hard rocks Trap on the block, I was living the hard knock Since 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 a Landover baby where they used to jugg a lot I got the UUV straight off the Save A Lot Bitch, I'ma whip my wrist until I break the pot I'm a wolf wearing sheep clothes Dressed in all black, niggas thinking I'm emo Keep sucking that dick, baby, deepthroat 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 PO (Give me that) [Chorus] I prefer to get him executed We beefing so I'ma do it Getting nauseous from embalming fluid I burn him like Freddy Kruger Tick tock, nigga, time running out Spinning your bend, I'ma give him the run around I know he expected a brick but I gave him a hundred rounds Blue .40 .223's, that's a touchdown Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake I shake him like 7-Eleven Chopstick give him a ticket to heaven I had to swap the barrel off my brand new Beretta Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake Shakin' niggas 'cause I'm clever Bitch, I'm your friendly neighborhood finesser I snuck heavy metal through a metal detector