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

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 four V's (word to my mothеr)

Got a lil' thottie that holdin' my beam

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

Slidе with two chop's, 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 'jects 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

You on hots? Bitch, I'm on hots too

I pull up to your hood like a drive-thru

Giving shots bullets gon' block 'em

Put a shot in your head like a

Like, huh? Like, what?

None of these bitches is tough

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

Shorty be lookin', think she got a crush

I gotta step up, 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

On the, know that I'm uppin' that, full-form

All the opps up in heaven

Everything dead, nothing is friendly

Up in my Prada, up in Balenci'

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

You crazy? Bitch, I'm retarded

You okay? Something is wrong

Champagne, and you know I perform