Letra de Shakin Back - Kevin Gates

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

Twenty-seven 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

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

Twenty-seven 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

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

Boobie 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

Twenty-seven 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

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