Shakin Back

[Intro] Rippa on the beat bitch Yeah, this how I'm livin’ Two for thirty-five, I just come out the H Hit it wit' Bolivia, Lil' Lidocaine [Chorus] 27 ounces, three .9 pieces I’m shakin' back My old hoe gon' fuck on Sunday, can't wait for that H town, no fentanyl, we dealin' that Rumors hit my top every minute, I'm built for that If I can pray there, I can stay there, I ain't scared of nothin' Your grandma stay there, you don’t lay there Boy you scared to hustle Oh well, really, yeah I name ringing bells And my neighborhood supplier just got out the Feds [Verse 1] I’m pissin' clean for my P.O, I’ma livin' legend Straight out the clink Fuck every C.O who encountered Kevin White people showing love Niggas hating on me Say they got a cake baked and they waiting on me I went flat Had to scratch Woman skated on me I pray 5 times a day I had to talk to God In chicago going hard without a body guard I'm in control and I'm controlling I’m a shot caller Couple rappers but they names I am not calling Y'all gotta pay up that their lease land lord If you don't pay up what you order i'm not stakeholder Rubber bands Coming in, on command [Chorus] 27 ounces, three .9 pieces I'm shakin' back My old hoe gon' fuck on Sunday, can't wait for that H town, no fentanyl, we dealin' that Rumors hit my top every minute, I'm built for that If I can pray there, I can stay there, I ain't scared of nothin' Your grandma stay there, you don't lay there Boy just scared to hustle Oh well, really, yeah name ringing bells And my neighborhood supplier just got out the Feds [Verse 2] Say he broke the seal Can I put it back on feet And once he run it up he gonna put it back on me He tell me all these things and get mad if I don't agree Your habit is stronger than your hustle Your hustle I don't believe In jail I run into you know I go in there like [lump] Wheezy changed forum thought we would stay in touch [?] hit the line when he call me I'm finna come I'm jumping out the rari he think I don't gotta gun Whats happening nigga? Keep you something ,If you not I could take you uptown and reach you something by the spot I'm holding shop with shop gettin' held for me You hanging by my trap but you ain't ever sell nothing [Chorus] 27 ounces, three .9 pieces I'm shakin' back My old hoe gon' fuck on Sunday, can't wait for that H town, no fentanyl, we dealin' that Rumors hit my top every minute, I'm built for that If I can pray there, I can stay there, I ain't scared of nothin' Your grandma stay there, you don't lay there Boy just scared to hustle Oh well, really, yeah name ringing bells And my neighborhood supplier just got out the Feds