Gotcha Shakin lyrics

[Verse]
Got a QP of that killa, hit the lab with my n*gga
He don't rap, he just be chillin', but he bring through hella b*tches
Did my thing, made millions, and continued, still in it
Just ordered four mo' cars, got my driveway extended
Shoutout them b*tches, if they your b*tches
Shoutout them n*ggas, if they your n*ggas
On switches from the fifties, I ain't scared to hit it
Steady dipping', flippin' through them benjis, record dealing—
Like drugs, nobody do it how we does, they gotta f*ck with us
Scratch off tickets, that's all gimmicks
Forty-eight minutes, play it to the finish, claim my pendant
Name me a winner, namе me that n*gga
Eastside Andretti, somе cars I bought, and forgotI bought 'em already
That's how I end up with three Bentleys
In a warehouse sitting, I don't even be f*ckin with 'em
Couple bottles of Belaire rose, almost froze
It was like a slushy came out when it poured
She tryna f*ck, is what she told, she knew what she want, she grown
You look around for her and she gone
Sunroof open, brains blown, Pulp Fiction
Some situations deserve a fixer
Disappeared him at the industry mixer, nobody missed him
(Nobody was trippin')

[Outro]
Chevy's on switches
Smokin' weed in it, don't post me in your pictures
If you can keep a secret, we could always
Rule number one, don't talk about me
She said she tryna make me rich, that's what they all say
Shoutout them b*tches, if they your b*tches
Shoutout them n*ggas, if they your n*ggas