Shook lyrics

by

808 Mafia


[Intro]
Yeah
G Herbo
You already know what it is, man, you know what the f*ck it is
Soon as the beat come on instant kill, body
Homicide on the beat
I feel like Juelz mixed with Wayne
Mixed with Kiss mixed with Styles
Mixed with motherf*cking Cam and Puff
Puff cause I'ma talk that sh*t
Mixed with Pac and Biggie, Hov
Everybody hol' on
Look... Look...

[Verse]
I tell 'em look when I got 'em shook
Before I kill him when I gotta kill him
Since a infant I had been that n*gga, word to Auntie Linda
I was too gangsta for a Gerber boy
I had Gerbert on them Polaroids
If you can get the picture
I wasn't rich I had to risk it, try and glit my wrist up
Went for a b*tch, it wasn't sh*t for me to get my di*k sucked
I f*cked b*tches look like Kylie Jenner but they lips way thinner and don't go on dinners
I did my sh*t so I repent if I was born a sinner
I ball hard and rock fox furs in the winter
2000 I go spend on Mike Amiri Denim
This that sh*t A Boogie rap about yeah them my n*ggas
They say Don dropped a new check while he getting bigger
And I'm the type of n*gga that follow my intuition I shoot you, you get to twitching
I gotta kill or you might get to snitching
You n*ggas b*tches had to man up and take gifts off of Christmas lists
Ain't go to school I was skipping, ditching, I didn't listen
I started pitching had experiments up in the kitchen
Trying not to breath in I thought it felt like we was sniffing
Re-up we thought we was tripping profits started tripling
We got this b*tch sewed up from Stony to Lake Michigan
If he toting sumn' we like "so what?" when we face off, lift his soul up, got big sh*t when you pullin out they like "hol' up"
Mini choppers that fold up like a Lamborghini with the doors up
Inna fast car G Swervo in the V12 and before I leave the house, pick that pole up
Roll up
I seen n*ggas froze up, had they homie oozing on the ground left for dead cause they ain't do what they said
Im just on the bread, n*ggas ain't worth sh*t I walk alone instead
I don't know who want me dead eyes behind my head
I had spent in Neiman Marcus what was on my head
They wanna get me out outtie I'm just getting older
And I don't take for granted pray I get it lower
They keep moving low profile presidential like a soldier suppose to
Make the best of ups and downs in life, like a rollercoaster
Know my grandma looking down on me shining like I'm suppose to
Know your baby getting older and I'm getting older
Sorry my heart getting colder n*ggas getting ho-er but I know you see I did all that I said that I was gonna uh
Made all of the sacrifices even when I ain't wanna uh
Momma living out 5 outta 4 some, I was somewhere like 100 floors up
Ran up a quarter mill on a tour bus, Rollie my wrist, Wraith to M6
Early I was f*cking off checks in and sh*t, you ain't know young n*ggas getting reckless like this
Any n*gga that diss me on a record and sh*t and spit facts
They lying on wax
Homies rolling over, I need a stash house spot, money rolling over
I been that sh*t since Avirex, Motorolas
And I cleaned up like Ajax, call the corner clean
Pull up Maybach shorties call the corners
Kid ain't have no clean summers we was always warring
I ain't have no clean sneakers cause I always wore em'
And stop getting good grades I was in the hallway​ more
When my class walked across the stage I was in California, smoking California
Ain't have to get up early mornings, f*ck Tom Joyner
Shout out Neno I was f*cking with M Tray when they was the New Orleans Hornets
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