(Rippa On The Beat, bitch)
This how I'm livin'
Two for thirty-five I just come out the H
Hit it with Bolivia, it look like the 'Caine
Twenty-seven ounces, three 9 pieces I'm shaking back
My old hoe gon' fuck on Sunday, can't wait for that
H town, no fittin' on, we dealin' that
Rumors hit my top every minute I'm built for that
If I can pray there I can stay there I ain't scared of nothing
Your grandma stay there, you don't lay there
Boy you scared to hustle
Oh well, really yeah, name ringing bells (yeah)
And my neighborhood supplier just got out the Feds
I'm pissing clean for my P.O, I'ma living legend
Straight out the clink
Fuck every C.O who encountered Kevin (yeah)
White people showing love
Niggas hating on me (what up?)
Say they got a cake baked and they waiting on me (leggo)
I went flat
Had to scratch
Women skated on me
I pray five times a day I had to talk to God
In Chicago going hard without a body guard (grr)
I'm in control and I'm controlling, I'm a shot caller (shot)
Couple rappers but they names I am not calling (not)
Y'all gotta pay up that lil' lease, I'm a lil' land Lord (yeah)
If you don't pay up what you order, I'ma stack for it (stack)
Rubber bands
Coming in, on command
Twenty-seven ounces, three 9 pieces I'm shaking back
My old hoe gon' fuck on Sunday, can't wait for that
H town, no fittin' on, we dealin' that
Rumors hit my top every minute I'm built for that
If I can pray there I can stay there I ain't scared of nothing
Your grandma stay there, you don't lay there
Boy you scared to hustle
Oh well, really yeah, name ringing bells (yeah)
And my neighborhood supplier just got out the Feds
Say he just broke the seal
Can I put it back on feet?
And once he run it up then he gonna put it back on me (right)
He tell me all these things and get mad if I don't agree (wassup?)
Your habit stronger than your hustle
Your hustle I don't believe (turn up)
In jail I run into you know I go in there like Lump
Reezy changed form, I thought we would stay in touch (damn)
Juli' hit the line when he call me I'm finna come (wassup?)
I'm jumping out the 'Rari, they think I don't gotta gun (boom boom)
Whats happening nigga?
Keep you something, if not
I could take you uptown and reach you something by the spot
I'm holding shop with shop gettin' held for me
You hanging by my trap but you ain't ever sell nothing (right)
Twenty-seven ounces, three 9 pieces I'm shaking back
My old hoe gon' fuck on Sunday, can't wait for that
H town, no fittin' on, we dealin' that
Rumors hit my top every minute I'm built for that
If I can pray there I can stay there I ain't scared of nothing
Your grandma stay there, you don't lay there
Boy you scared to hustle
Oh well, really yeah, name ringing bells (yeah)
And my neighborhood supplier just got out the Feds
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Shakin Back - Kevin Gates
