[Lyric] Shake Down (Hershee Wattley)

I came through limping
But I still chase checks
So a bitch ain't tripping
I had to get off my ass
And go get a bag
So a Bihh start riggin
They thought I was finished
They thought I was washed
They thought I was done
They thought they prevailed
Like I took an L
They thought they had won
Yeah that's cute or whatever
That shit that you spitting
Is not made to last
But since you so bad
Go get yo lil bars
And come beat my ass
If it ain't directed
Then it don't connect
So it is not respected
So I cast nets
For any bitch that feels
Like she needs to check it
Minor set back major comeback
This is God's plan. I murk rappers
Then place em softly in God's hands
Here you go
Texas hold 'em you all in
Or gon fold hoe
What you gon do
I get on a track
And open up my chest
And let my soul glow
Where ya soul go
All you new niggas do
Is just talk about money
That shit is so played
Like they took a page
Outta rapping for dummies
The difference between us
I do from passion I do it from love
They do it for mention
And fucking attention
I don't need plug
Hell I might need a hug
All this aggression is making me bug
Hell I might need a shot
I might need some dick
I might need some bud
Hell I might need some PAC
I might need some Biggie
Notorious thugs
Hell I might need a nap
Cuz the crap that you rapping is boring as fuck
Hershee wattley for the takedown
I took a break from a breakdown
Everybody put Cha hands up
This a mother fuckin shakedown
I told they ass I want all the smoke
Hang yoself bitch I brought all the rope
I don't say please
And I will not leave out this bit til I get what I came here fo'
Hershee wattley for the takedown
I took a break from a breakdown
Everybody put Cha hands up
This a mother fuckin shakedown
I told they ass I want all the smoke
Hang yoself bitch I brought all the rope
I don't say please
And I will not leave out this bit til I get what I came here fo'

Bitches ain't shit
Tell her to get off my dick
Position yourself at my 6
I am the shit
No I am really the shit
That's probably why I got you pissed
Misses wala
I got that twinkling eye
You got that thing for my fly
But I just want all of that oh la la la
I want the cream and the pie
Bitches ain't shit
Tell her to get off my dick
Position yourself at my 6
I am the shit
No I am really the shit
That's probably why I got you pissed
Misses wala
I got that twinkling eye
You got that thing for my fly
But I just want all of that oh la la la
I want the cream and the pie
I just want all that oh la la la
I just don't like rude replies
Who divides when you can add it up
Bitch nobody so back it up
Gotta fat ass might tat it up
Ima baddie baddie with a fatty fatty
With these big bills Pimp C trill
They fake fake but I'm really real
I ain't humble with these meek millies
Ain't from Philly but the streets feel me
Fuck feelings and fake friends
Cuz I already know who riding with me
Track record long as bitches weave
I weave and bob on a bitch's beat
Sweet and sour like sugar Shane
But'll box a Bihh like I'm Ali (now run it)
I get this love from my 100s
Not talking money
I'm talking real niggas real women
Fuck all of that polo
I'm solo and dolo with all of my hilfigers
Bitch I got real hittas
If you fuck to get signed
That's a deal pickle
Fuck yo plug and the socket
I kill switch em so deal with it
Hershee wattley for the takedown
I took a break from a breakdown
Everybody put Cha hands up
This a mother fuckin shakedown
I told they ass I want all the smoke
Hang yoself bitch I brought all the rope
I don't say please
And I will not leave out this bit til I get what I came here fo'
Hershee wattley for the takedown
I took a break from a breakdown
Everybody put Cha hands up
This a mother fuckin shakedown
I told they ass I want all the smoke
Hang yoself bitch I brought all the rope
I don't say please
And I will not leave out this bit til I get what I came here fo