Ihatejulian, Teddy Blow - Shake

Told that bitch to shake, shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake, shake
Brick talk, still tryna wrap up this fentanyl
Cash talk, VPN mode with a check dog
Stick talk, cut off the head of the snake dog
Remix, re-rocked the work, got the lick off
Cardio, ran down my opps, let the blick off
Calm down, after the lick, slut yo bitch out
New check, still walk around with the blick out
Mob ties, you know this gang shit I been bout
Shake, shake it, shake it, shake
Shake, shake it, shake it, shake
Shake, shake it, shake it, shake
Shake, shake it, shake it, shake
Taliban wave, VPN mode, I brought me some racks out to play
Still gotta watch how you step round me dog, my zombies gon' get you erased
Whole lotta vultures around, biggest Crip out, I can get you replaced
She say she doing whatever I say if I promise to give her a taste
I got her down on her knees sucking on dick til she catch a nose bleed
Just bust brick of that cash, two foreign models, one eating her ass
Still got the jwet Ima re-route the check but I keep me a stick in the bag
Young nigga.. pull up and air out the scene while they waving blue flags
Young nigga glee, internet money, I'm still in this free band bag
All these hoes freaks, keeping it P, I know these hoes fucking for cash
You can't be cheap, Dior my feet, watch how we fuck off this cash
I told her keep touching her toes, I AP'd the log, Ima blow all this cash
Brick talk, still tryna wrap up this fentanyl
Cash talk, VPN mode with a check dog
Stick talk, cut off the head of the snake dog
Remix, re-rocked the work, got the lick off
Cardio, ran down my opps, let the blick off
Calm down, after the lick, slut yo bitch out
New check, still walk around with the blick out
Mob ties, you know this gang shit I been bout
Shake, shake it, shake it, shake
Shake, shake it, shake it, shake
Shake, shake it, shake it, shake
Shake, shake it, shake it, shake
Shooting my shot like KD, really can't miss cuz the shit automatic
I'm at the range wit G, tryna practice my aim, ain't ducking no static
Two choices: hustle or panic
Run it up, Run it up, nigga I ran it
I'm tryna look at my wrist and see Patek
Nigga if you got her that mean that I had it
No cap just counted up sixteen racks today my nigga you see him
Still walking round like I can't be touched, might as well put me in museums
I had his main bitch all in my DM, come to find out, shit, it was his BM
I just be making these moves like a GM, I hustle from sun up all way to the PM
Had to get rid of these leeches around me, nigga that shit there dead weight
Fucking this bitch wit no perc and I still make her squirt and I make her leg shake
Only the money could move me, It's ONLY UP, understand my head space
More plays than Shakespeare, nigga I'm a God in the hood the way I make bread break
Brick talk, still tryna wrap up this fentanyl
Cash talk, VPN mode with a check dog
Stick talk, cut off the head of the snake dog
Remix, re-rocked the work, got the lick off
Cardio, ran down my opps, let the blick off
Calm down, after the lick, slut yo bitch out
New check, still walk around with the blick out
Mob ties, you know this gang shit I been bout
Shake, shake it, shake it, shake
Shake, shake it, shake it, shake
Shake, shake it, shake it, shake
Shake, shake it, shake it, shake

Written by:
Joey Little, Julian Hanlan

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