[Hook]
Babygirl shake it, shake it
Show me how your momma made it, made it
Rolls Royce, Ranges
Don't worry 'bout the price
Campaign got the payment
Bussdown, wave it
Small talk, save it
Chest shot, faces
G-locks, spraying
[Verse 1]
Brand new Glock of course it's real
My young G said he's got beef and he wan go squeeze
Can I sort him still
Trap said if he goes round with it
Will he go kill it, of course he will
If not then it goes tits up
Then he goes to the wok with the three course meal
Some fake ass three course meal
Back then tested out every wap in Norwood Park
Did it in Salters Hill
I need me an 18K skelly, AP or a Richard Mille
Skeng came home doing so much drillings
That I thought it was cool to drill
I ain't hearing shit from a record deal
Unless they're talking a dub or quarter mill
Half an M and up, just filled half the tank in this truck
M had 32 shots in the sten
Tryna leave like half of your killy dem fucked
Half of your killy dem fucked, the amount of faces I ripped up
Little man don't wanna take trips to cunch
Better plug this pack right now you punk (right now!)
[Hook]
Babygirl shake it, shake it
Show me how your momma made it, made it
Rolls Royce, Ranges
Don't worry 'bout the price
Campaign got the payment
Bussdown, wave it
Small talk, save it
Chest shot, faces
G-locks, spraying
[Verse 2]
Caramel sweet one eyeing me up
I think she like the stylie yana
Try know in the rave and they're whining me up
She felt the bulge, she don't know that's the pipe that's tucked
I had to wet a man down point blank
Real messy now my Nike's are fucked
Remember having chats with my young boys
Telling them that they weren't riding enough
Now they're just riding too much
Them man there love sky it too much
Don't like a bitch that's crying too much
'Cause I'm in OT tryna fly it too much
Now I'm tryna get me big P quickly
I just linked Whitney in Chixy
In and out of the lane swiftly
Miss me, in the big Jeep with big G
Campaign winning, them man fibbing
You ain't never seen no shotguns twinning
You ain't ever shot man live out the ride
Bells rip up his linen
Got man belling up my phone, just ringing
Telling me that I did it, I'm saying I didn't
The only time I lie to these niggas
You'll never catch a lie out my riddims
[Hook]
Babygirl shake it, shake it
Show me how your momma made it, made it
Rolls Royce, Ranges
Don't worry 'bout the price
Campaign got the payment
Bussdown, wave it
Small talk, save it
Chest shot, faces
G-locks, spraying
Babygirl shake it, shake it
Show me how your momma made it, made it
Rolls Royce, Ranges
Don't worry 'bout the price
Campaign got the payment
Bussdown, wave it
Small talk, save it
Chest shot, faces
G-locks, spraying
[Verse 1]
Brand new Glock of course it's real
My young G said he's got beef and he wan go squeeze
Can I sort him still
Trap said if he goes round with it
Will he go kill it, of course he will
If not then it goes tits up
Then he goes to the wok with the three course meal
Some fake ass three course meal
Back then tested out every wap in Norwood Park
Did it in Salters Hill
I need me an 18K skelly, AP or a Richard Mille
Skeng came home doing so much drillings
That I thought it was cool to drill
I ain't hearing shit from a record deal
Unless they're talking a dub or quarter mill
Half an M and up, just filled half the tank in this truck
M had 32 shots in the sten
Tryna leave like half of your killy dem fucked
Half of your killy dem fucked, the amount of faces I ripped up
Little man don't wanna take trips to cunch
Better plug this pack right now you punk (right now!)
[Hook]
Babygirl shake it, shake it
Show me how your momma made it, made it
Rolls Royce, Ranges
Don't worry 'bout the price
Campaign got the payment
Bussdown, wave it
Small talk, save it
Chest shot, faces
G-locks, spraying
[Verse 2]
Caramel sweet one eyeing me up
I think she like the stylie yana
Try know in the rave and they're whining me up
She felt the bulge, she don't know that's the pipe that's tucked
I had to wet a man down point blank
Real messy now my Nike's are fucked
Remember having chats with my young boys
Telling them that they weren't riding enough
Now they're just riding too much
Them man there love sky it too much
Don't like a bitch that's crying too much
'Cause I'm in OT tryna fly it too much
Now I'm tryna get me big P quickly
I just linked Whitney in Chixy
In and out of the lane swiftly
Miss me, in the big Jeep with big G
Campaign winning, them man fibbing
You ain't never seen no shotguns twinning
You ain't ever shot man live out the ride
Bells rip up his linen
Got man belling up my phone, just ringing
Telling me that I did it, I'm saying I didn't
The only time I lie to these niggas
You'll never catch a lie out my riddims
[Hook]
Babygirl shake it, shake it
Show me how your momma made it, made it
Rolls Royce, Ranges
Don't worry 'bout the price
Campaign got the payment
Bussdown, wave it
Small talk, save it
Chest shot, faces
G-locks, spraying
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