Shake Sum lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck, this one—, hold up

[Chorus]
Hold up, this one here for the hoes (Hold up)
Cough syrup with no cold (Hold up, hold up, hold up)
Shawty ass got me f*cked up (What?)
Shawty ass got me blowed (Say what?)
Old-ass n*ggas washed up, callin' these lil' n*ggas mold (Washed up, washed)
Came in here with a bankroll, no, that b*tch can't fold (What?)
Came in here with a bankroll, no, that b*tch can't fold, hold up

[Verse 1]
n*ggas know I'm FN, shoutout Takeshi
I'm f*ckin' a ho, yeah, we f*ck up the bed sheets
Yeah, I'm going Bazo, yeah, f*ck a Van Cleef
I been trappin' like a sport, I might put on a leg sleeve (f*ck a leg)
I might kick a lil' b*tch out, goddamn, I feel like Messi (I feel like Messi)
Edges laid, I'm bad as f*ck, but no, a lil' n*gga ain't sissy (What?)
Number (N)ine up on my tee, I got this Number (N)ine and Rickie (Say what?)
I got my idols hatin', thеy don't like what I'm doin'
I know that he schizophrenic, but wе still gon' do it (I don't give a f*ck)
I don't give a f*ck 'bout none of these pussies
Shawty, I'm still gon' shoot it (I don't give a f*ck)
I ain't never see him outside, he's so pus*y, I knew it (Woah-woah)
He's so pus*y (Woah; he's a b*tch)
He's a pus*y (This one here for the hoes; blatt, blatt)
He's a pus*y (Woah, slatt, this one—, hold up)
He's a pus*y (What? What?)
[Chorus]
Hold up, this one here for the hoes (Hold up)
Cough syrup with no cold (Hold up, hold up, hold up)
Shawty ass got me f*cked up (What?)
Shawty ass got me blowed (Say what?)
Old-ass n*ggas washed up, callin' these lil' n*ggas mold (Washed up, washed)
This one here for the hoes (Hold up)
Cough syrup with no cold (Hold up, hold up, hold up)
Shawty ass got me f*cked up (What?)
Shawty ass got me blowed (Say what?)
Old-ass n*ggas washed up, callin' these lil' n*ggas mold (Washed up, washed)
Came in here with a bankroll, no, that b*tch can't fold (b*tch can't fold, what?)
Came in here with a bankroll (What?), no, that b*tch can't fold (Say what?)
Came in here with a bankroll (What?), no, that b*tch can't fold (Say what?)
Came in here with a bankroll (What?), no, that b*tch can't fold (Let's go)

[Verse 2]
On my phone talkin' 'bout peace (All that cap)
I'm tryna paint this picture, Mona Lis' (I'm tryna tell you, b*tch)
I'm tryna tell you that you cannot f*ck with me (I'm tryna tell ya)
I'm tryna tell ya, got this rap sh*t on a leash (Yeah)
sh*t, I'm tryna tell ya, I'm a boss, b*tch, I'm gon' leave (What?)
sh*t, I'm tryna tell ya, I got Issey Miyake (Let's go)
I just got done f*ckin' two old freaks (Woah)
I just got done f*ckin' two old freaks (Woah, woah), f*ck