YSN TM - Shimmy Shock Lyrics

I think the opps don't want no war, they tryna back down from the beef
If he try to get away, I bet I'll hawk his ass on feet
We been business all that much, you know the striker been on EAP
And I read from my eyes, are your ass gon' D.I.E
Think I ain't playin' with a rookie, I'ma show him I'm a beast
Baby heard I got some rank and now she tuggin' on my meat
Rely as hell, just smoke the wool, you know I'll foot it up a tree
Put a flashlight on the Glock, when I up I bet you blin
My bitch is cold as hell, exotic, so I got her in some pink
Boy, there's some sharks up in this water, you hop in, I bet you sink
Bitch, you put my 30 on me, man, I'm lookin' too damn clean
When I got back on my feet, all I wanted was some green
Thought I could get you on my own, I ain't gotta bring my team
He keep askin' for that dog, he keep actin' like a fiend
It's nighttime, he tied the rounds, so watch me hit him with that beam
I bet that could say that much, it got me feelin' like Kareem
Popped off and moved away, I thought I seen it in my dreams
They really had some dog shit, man, that shit you wouldn't believe
New car just touched down, one-on-swipe, just know it's green
Park the V, jump out the whip and watch me leave him at the scene
You got my back, I got your back, so ain't too much to talk about
Remember broke down on my dick when I was trappin' in the drug
I wasn't worried about the cops, remember trappin' on my house
I can't have you out in the game, man, they said your life's a mouse
I brought my blade to the school, remember kicked me out the South
If they ever put you in that room, boy, you better shut your mouth
Remember hearin' gunshots when I was sleepin' on the couch
Fire money just came in, I'm finna hit this money round
Just got the lowdown from the D, I'm finna make this shit shake
Oh, he sweet, how ironic, man, this shit a piece of cake
Man, you ain't worried about your funds, how the f*ck you come in late
Had to cut my grass young, seen these niggas with some snakes
Better neighbor Dior, what I wanna wear today
Glock, baby Drake, borrow mine, just use my cash
If he tweet, got in public, that's just where he at
He thuggin' on my hip, I want more time, I cannot just play
Pyrex, I'm in the kitchen, whippin' on the pot
I'm tryna fake your lifestyle, bein' something you not
Let me know what you gon' get, just know I got a lot
Phone ringin' all damn day, so I can't make it stop
You gotta learn how to move if you want some guac
I was the joke last year, but, man, I'm at the top
A nine to five, that ain't my style, but I can punch the clock
Chop it, hit it, man, it's damn short and make him see me shop
Yeah, we know we at war for words, so we got many glocks
You do not wanna be for gang, boy, you better stop
You do not wanna be for gang, boy, you better stop