Shake It (feat. Cardi B, Dougie B & Bory300)

Elias Beatz

Hey ladies, drop it down (Grrah)

Just wanna see you touch the ground (Grrah, grrah-grrah)

Don't be shy, girl, go Bananza (Grrah-grrah)

Shake ya' body like a belly dancer (Like, grrah)

Oh, we tryna bend on the oppas

Bitch, I'm with 300 'jects and some Flockas

Like, who hotter? Top shottas

Hoodie'd up, dread down like a Rasta

I'm Mr. Hang-Out-The-V

Tryna flock 'em, pop 'em, drop 'em

That boy—, (touch the ground)

If we don't got the—, we gon' hop 'em

Bory hop out wit' the—, tryna chop 'em {Grrah-grrah, boom}

Talk on brodie, we spin for a week

Slide with Kay, only spin for V's (Word to my mother)

Got a lil' thottie that holdin' my beam

Fuck that lil' boy who got left in a V (Rah, Rah)

Slide with two chops, it's like thirty in each

I been fiendin' and itchin' to catch a YG

And if he bunny hop, he get left in the scene {Grrah-grrah}

Nesty a bitch, nigga begged on his knees {Grrah}

Bitch, it's 300, DOA, blow for the guys

I'm on go for the guys, smoke a O with the guys

Bitch, I hang out the V with the pole, let it fly

They keep dissin' like I ain't get back, don't know why

Bitch, I'm GBG, word to your dead, word to mines

Talk on Nazzy and Berry, you must wanna die

Talk on JayRipk and deads but what happened to—?

We don't mention that boy who got turned into za'

Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it

I'm with the Flockas, I bet she get naked

(Walk with the 'Migos and Henny, no chasin', like)

Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it

I'm with the Flockas, I bet she get naked

(Shorty, she buggin', she want me to spank it, like)

Ayy, you on hots? Bitch, I'm on hots too

I pull up to your window like drive-thru

Come get showered with bullets, no bridal

Put a tag on your head, I could buy you (Bah)

Like, huh? (Like, huh?), like, what? (Like, what?)

None of these bitches is tough (On gang)

I'm with the shits and it give me a rush

Shorty be lookin', think she got a crush (Oh, yeah)

I'm not a steppa', bitch, I'm a stomper

All of my opps get mixed with the grabba

Broke bitch said she was gon' touch me (Like, what?)

She lyin', hakuna matata

All the bros know I'm uppin', I'll boom for 'em (Boom)

All the opps hope heaven got room for 'em (Grrah)

Everything's dead, nothin' is friendly

Up in my Prada, up in Balenci' (Grrah-grrah, grrah)

Fuck is she thinkin'? Know that I'm sanctioned

You crazy? Bitch, I'm retarded ('Tarded)

You okay? Somethin' is wrong (Wrong)

Try to play me, you know I perform (Grrah-grrah, boom)

Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it

I'm with the Flockas, I bet she get naked

(Walk with the 'Migos and Henny, no chasin', like)

Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it

I'm with the Flockas, I bet she get naked

(Shorty, she buggin', she want me to spank it, like)

Hey ladies, drop it down

Just wanna see you touch the ground

Don't be shy, girl, go Bananza

Shake ya' body like a belly dancer