Shake Back lyrics

[Chorus: Skeezzy]
See I don't regret the sh*t I did for real man I can't take it back
One of my dogs when out of town, f*ck me up he ain't make it back
We used to shoot hoops in the hood, we kept that stick in that Nike bag
I know n*ggas out getting money, I know n*ggas out catching hats
Girl this ain't no show and tell, I got that ducked off in the stash
You ain't no real hustler, you ain't lose it all, shake back
Mid pandemic, Glock with a 'itch gon' cost like eight racks

[Verse 1: Ys Dz]
They took bro but don't you worry, swear to god get 'em back
Send my youngin's in a stollie, make them boys go catch a hat
And on range he disrespect, we tell him fawad to thе back
You want smoke with me then n*gga all you gotta do is ask
Chеck the stats, push your fitted back, steppin' in all black
Got this compact in my pocket, in the club walk with a strap
Work that nine-to-five, they payin' tax, I'm out sellin' crack
Check the stats, this gon' cost a [?], junkies comin' back

[Verse 2: Skeezzy]
This sh*t can go down, go down
Me and my brother in that whip, we got at least like forty rounds
You know [?] up in Charlotte, sent that boy like fortys pounds
Got that hustle in my blood, you know them boys not f*ckin' 'round
Ain't nobody gave me sh*t when they was up, when I was down
But I ain't trippin', I'm a man, I ain't never need no handouts
n*gga, I used to keep that FN, put up at my granny house
I ain't got no big brother, this sh*t ain't no hand-me-down, no hand-me-down
Young n*gga, all I know is takin' risk, go get the pap'
For me and twin, I'm did some sh*t, I'ma have to take that to the grave
n*gga, we're bustin' out that bag, ain't leave a trace, dodgin' Jakes
Miss my dog, I smoke the [?], long live big 2Eight
You know these n*ggas ain't even gang, you know these n*ggas gon' ride away
My money slowed up in the 6ix, I hit the road to make some shake
I love some pressure, [?], dog chef, ain't baking cakes
Yeah, I sent cash from state to state, don't see my face, stay out the way
[Verse 3: Ys Dz]
Glizzy Black, boy them bullets red, one inside the head
Peanut butter, tell lil' shorty spread, open up them legs
Hit that b*tch with out a rubber, must be sick inside my head
I ain't tryna have no baby, put my kids all on the bed
Write amount, plug don't gotta count
Weight it by the ounce, fish scales
Yeah, we sellin' trout, we got white or brown
Told my brother out in Charlotte, hurry back, let's break it down
Had to sit down for a minute, now I'm back to take the crown

[Chorus: Skeezzy]
Uh, yeah
See I don't regret the sh*t I did for real man I can't take it back
One of my dogs when out of town, f*ck me up he ain't make it back
We used to shoot hoops in the hood, we kept that stick in that Nike bag
I know n*ggas out getting money, I know n*ggas out catching hats
Girl this ain't no show and tell, I got that ducked off in the stash
You ain't no real hustler, you ain't lose it all, shake back
Mid pandemic, Glock with a 'itch gon' cost like eight racks