Taste (Make It Shake) [Hooligan Hefs & Nerve Remix]

[Chorus: Aitch]

Show 'em, baby, how you flex and make it shake

All that back and pretty face, gal, I'm tryna get a taste

I'm just bopping, give a fuck who's in the place

Gucci buckle with the snake, but my hoodie looking BAPE

Show 'em, baby, how you flex and make it shake

All that back and pretty face, gal, I'm tryna get a taste

I'm just bopping, give a fuck who's in the place

Gucci buckle with the snake, but my hoodie looking BAPE

[Verse 1: Aitch]

Show 'em, baby, how you flex and make it bounce

Make it drop, it’s getting hot, should we be waking up the house?

Fuck it, keep it up; I know you love it when you're loud

But if we hear the door knocking, we can't make another sound

Love my bruddahs, that's for life, I know my family got me

Couple bitches, couple haters, couple brands are on me

Leave me be, I live my life with fucking cameras on me

Do my thing; I'm setting pace, go tell a man to stop me

Couple bruddahs got a job, a couple buy and sell

Grew up sliding 'round in north Manny, you can kinda tell

If you see me with a girl, my chick be looking fly as well

Louis V creps and the belt, but the bag's Chanel

Had a rest and then I had to step the levels up

Got it in my head that I'm the best, so I ain't stressing much

I ain't on the fake shit, so I ain't gonna beg for love

Gally love me anyway, Big Shelly and I wet it up

[Chorus: Aitch]

Show 'em, baby, how you flex and make it shake

All that back and pretty face, gal, I'm tryna get a taste

I'm just bopping, give a fuck who's in the place

Gucci buckle with the snake, but my hoodie looking BAPE

Show 'em, baby, how you flex and make it shake

All that back and pretty face, gal, I'm tryna get a taste

I'm just bopping, give a fuck who's in the place

Gucci buckle with the snake, but my hoodie looking BAPE

[Verse 2: Nerve]

She tellin' me I'm fly for a white boy (Yeah)

They want static; I'ma give 'em white noise (Ha)

Ladies love my style, oi, they be tryna get me all inside

I eat the cookie, not the cake, baby, I ain't catching typhoid (Ha)

Me and my boys, we know how to turn it up

I see some people hating on the kid; I see 'em burning up

So word 'em up, don't get mad at me 'cause you don't earn enough (Ching)

I'm chasin' up the green and when I leave, I smoke that purple stuff

Like, like I'm stepping up to the cheddar

If they say they wantin' spice then I hit the beat with the pepper

Got a booty in my right hand and Guinness all in my left

And if she dancing like a weapon then we gon' leave here together (Yeah)

Throw it back, bust it open, that's a vibe

Got her sounding like a Catholic the way she talking to Christ (Ha)

If they telling you I ain't one of the best, that's a lie

Straight from Manny out to Aussie, I'm a legend till I die, like what

[Chorus: Aitch]

Show 'em, baby, how you flex and make it shake

All that back and pretty face, gal, I'm tryna get a taste

I'm just bopping, give a fuck who's in the place

Gucci buckle with the snake, but my hoodie looking BAPE

Show 'em, baby, how you flex and make it shake

All that back and pretty face, gal, I'm tryna get a taste

I'm just bopping, give a fuck who's in the place

Gucci buckle with the snake, but my hoodie looking BAPE

[Verse 3: Hooligan Hefs]

They know who's who (Who) when I step up in the place

Girls want to have a taste; pigs want me in a cage

I face paint her face, but I'm not a MUA

Then I'm back to making papes, money making like ace

If we're talking who's the realest let me show 'em who's the realest

I got real fucking drillers, cousin doing double digits

And I'm still doing figures and I'm still with the hitters

And I'm still sending presents for my brothers through visit

Come a long way from the sinning, now I'm winning

Doin' eetswa and I'm living, Gucci print from the flippin'

Now the pattern fits different, I use card for the billin'

Shoutout when I'm in the building (We got Hefs in the building)

Ayy, any opp can get a taste, any time, any place

Feeling handsome with the hand thing on my waist

You got a boyfriend? That's okay

I'm feeling petty with the wap, tell him come my way, ayy

[Chorus: Aitch]

Show 'em, baby, how you flex and make it shake

All that back and pretty face, gal, I'm tryna get a taste

I'm just bopping, give a fuck who's in the place

Gucci buckle with the snake, but my hoodie looking BAPE

Show 'em, baby, how you flex and make it shake

All that back and pretty face, gal, I'm tryna get a taste

I'm just bopping, give a fuck who's in the place

Gucci buckle with the snake, but my hoodie looking BAPE