Rob49 and YTB Fatt - Shake Sum

Yeah
4, give me the money counter right there
Big 49, Big 4GOD
Huh, huh, huh
Russian Mafia, V's up 'til I freeze up
4's up 'til I go
Right there, aight
Huh, nigga

Nigga, this cheese I'm touchin' right now
Your brother'll kill your brother for it
If they know what's in this fuckin' trap
The feds gon' come and swarm
I already know they heard about me
Piss 'em off, no fucks, no condom
Nigga, my city know 'bout me
They know I'm keepin' that dope comin'

Yeah, nigga, the cheese I'm gettin' right now
Your brother'll kill your brother for it
Niggas be talkin' that killer shit on them songs, but they ain't never slump nun
Unc' nem been in the trap, ain't choppin' rocks, they play with fentanyl
Pop one 'fore my day start, lil' bro hittin' shit like Adolf
Fat, tell me how you feel, shit we was just in the hood before the deal
They whack my auntie before my deal, don't ask me shit, I'm ready to kill
I can't see these niggas in the store, I don't wanna see these niggas no more
Can't even see these niggas at the playoff game, my chair some on the floor
Huh, nigga
Just like Ja, nigga
Fat sayin' he don't want the ho, told him send her here, nigga, I'll hit her
Last nigga played with this shit, they saw a hospital
He gotta take a shit in a bag, that's how that Glock did him
Yeah, them blue hunnidss gon' make her pop pussy
Mad my uncle locked up but I'm glad 'cause he a real menace
Just spent forty thou' on my mouth, bitch can't talk to me
Fuck gettin' him killed, we buyin' them cars, they don't know who did it
Bitch, two hunnid on my neck, nigga ain't playin' no games, we play with check
Ho better come correct, nigga, I'll give you ten, tell me where they at
Nigga, I'm a triple threat, wherever you catch him, drop him, triple that
Pluggin' hard, she let me eat it, ho, that's a million dollar neck
Huh, on my mama
Hunnid thousand dollar cars at the White House, fat fox Obama
I'm 49 Obama, whippin' the Lamb' truck like a Honda
Bitch, I'm out my body like an exorcism, I'm feelin' godly
Shake sum, shake sum, shake sum, shake sum
Pussy ass nigga, come shake sum, huh
I been pushin' pounds, weight out of town, I done got my weight up, nigga
Flyin' bitches out, you can bring your friend, shit, I don't give no fucks
Niggas ain't eatin', As-Salaam-Alaikum to my Islam partner
Hmm, shit, bust out like a fang
Unc' be in that kitchen all day whippin' so hard he broke his hand
Tellin' him when you in that kitchen, don't forget to wear your mask
He say dope will take a five and if I'm tryna make 'em stretch, huh

No cap, man, V's up 'til I freeze up, man
Nigga know what it is, man, loaf
Fuck you niggas talkin' 'bout
We gettin' more loaf than a, than a bread man
Fuck you niggas talkin' 'bout, bread crumb, man
We gettin' it for real, man
Feel like, feel like Birdman and them in 1999, man, no cap
Big ballers

Written by:
Robert Thomas, Ian Lewis, Mikayel Varosyan, Cavon Paige

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