Quake

Lyrics

[Intro] Wait (Is this Glvck?) Gllah, gllah Like, look Wait Look [Chorus] Ass fat, she makin' it quake Shorty a freak, I might nut on her lace Got the G right by my waist Uppin' the Gs, you get shot in your face Ass fat, she makin' it quake Left cheek, right cheek, pick up the pace A-Ass fat, she makin' it quake Le-Left cheek, right cheek, pick up the pace [Verse] Smokin' on Lu got me higher than space In my bag, I might pour me a eighth, like This ain't slow jam, pick up the pace I like the way how you movin' your waist To-Touch them hips, baby, don't play Le-Left cheek, right cheek, pick up the pace To-To-Touch them hips, baby, don't play Le-Le-Left cheek, right cheek, pick up the pace Gllah, whеre you goin' with all of that ass, like? Ba-Baby, come hеre You so pretty, can I take you home? Can we get to [?] fuckin' on a chair? Hi-Hit it right, make her bust a tear So much pain in my body, I could bust a tear Better watch them people, niggas be weird Pop me a 30, see everythin' clear Ba-Baby, some days I be feelin' hopeless Like, what I gotta do to be noticed? Workin' hard but it's hard to focus Shit I can't talk 'bout, it's hard cope with Drugs in my therapy because they fix it 'Bout gettin' money? Then pop a prescription Make you feel different If you ain't gettin' money, you ain't livin', gllah Big-Big .48 like a Trojan Horse Let's play ball, I ain't talkin' sports Up it fast, no time to even have a thought Got the drop, leave a nigga on his porch I think I see shh–, let me fix my form Both hands when I shoot like I'm holdin' a sword I need a bucket, I'm tryna score Too many tans, could take down a horde (Walk with the stick like I'm Voldemort) Hollows gon' hit a nigga like Confrnigo Boys on my body, watch how fast we go Lil' baddie gettin' neeky off the Tito's Move with the G every day like it's legal I'm just tryna protect all my people Rich or poor, I see you as equal Could never talk down 'cause I know how it feel to, gllah Like-Like, I'm a dark horse, I'm a black sheep [?] and hate comin' at me Back out the G, make you run like a track meet, gllah Behind my back [?] talkin' shit, in person wanted dab me You a pussy, you a claffy (Don't care if you jack me, you cannot clap me) [Chorus] Ass fat, she makin' it quake Shorty a freak, I might nut on her lace Got the G right by my waist Uppin' the Gs, you get shot in your face Ass fat, she makin' it quake Left cheek, right cheek, pick up the pace A-Ass fat, she makin' it quake Le-Left cheek, right cheek, pick up the pace