2kz - Shaking
[Hook]Triplebeam caking
Selling Caucasian
20 missed calls man these fiends impatient
Traphouse vacant
Cook it like bacon
No Parkinsons but my wrist be shaking
Ass be shaking shorty want Prada
She gon put in work she gon gimme that nana
You don’t get nada
Dancing like Madonna
She gon turn up and it’s all for the them dollars
[Verse 1]
In the T house getting rich with my bitch
I’m not the type to get rich and then switch
I got big bags coming on the way I don’t miss
Got em big mad niggas talking down but they bitch
Ima zigzag ima lose the cops on the strip
On they bitch ass ima do the dash real quick
500 grams in the bag non stick
Streets turning up gotta walk with a stick
She turning up and it’s all for them dollars
Shifts the Downer I pop up and holla
She chasing commas her friends chasing commas
We all chasing commas let’s meet at my corners
Im different, I got these lil bitches butt necked stripping
She want Dior now she acting all Christian
I whip my wrist til it lock and it stiffen
Splash it with water that dope going fishing
Water splash I put my wrist in
I see it long term I still got the vision
I told em let’s go they didn’t listen
They tryna call me I’m still on a mission
(Wop wop) You gonna miss it
She pop that pussy like it’s a prescription
Bad lil vibe like she fresh out detention
She pop that pussy like it’s a profession
[Hook]
Triplebeam caking
Selling Caucasian
20 missed calls man these fiends impatient
Traphouse vacant
Cook it like bacon
No Parkinsons but my wrist be shaking
Ass be shaking shorty want Prada
She gon put in work she gon gimme that nana
You don’t get nada
Dancing like Madonna
She gon turn up and it’s all for the them dollars
[Verse 2]
Take a bad bitch on the road I’ma make the bag flip that’s all I know
And I got links on snow I’m hot a nigga wearing mink no snow
She gon drop it down bring it back up slow
She an entertainer she be putting on a show
Shorty tryna suck up all my dough
You ain’t spending no cash what you calling for
Put a bitch on pause ima stall these hoes
She ain’t fucking with no nigga with no little bankroll
Triplebeam and a couch I was in that bando
It was me Grim and G with that little black phone
Cut it out the wrap ima put it on the stove mane
Tell me what you need quarter half or the whole thing
Big body whip get a stash for the dope man
Young nigga getting paid talking bout the dope game
And I got bags on the way of the propane
I ain’t taking shorts my nigga need the whole thing
1008 grams my nigga that’s a whole thing
Nigga can’t steal my style got my lane
And I got bags on the way of that propane
I ain't taking shorts my nigga need the whole thing
1008 grams my nigga thats a whole thing
Nigga cant steal my style need his own lane
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She got the skills make me loosen
I drank too much I be slipping
Fuck the police they got Wop now I’m pissed
Shorty a freak I might take this bitch out to eat She want the D I’m talking dollars cuz ain’t nun freeBad lil B I
I’ma take a trip bring that bitch out to Ghana
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