Shook ft. Snotty & Ol Smith Lyrics

Every time that we pull up they looking real shook

I don't play by the rules we don't go by the book

I been in my pocket like give me the loot

Like you could get shot by the way that you look

Gotta get the packs off you know I'm in pursuit

That's a hunnit a trip you know this nothing new

We the plugs of the plugs don't get it confused

Racks off of pieces that's what I'm into

Yeah, yeah yeah

Come out with something I started with nothing

Had to work my way up nigga go stop the fronting

I do not feel comfortable can't get the gun in

I'm ballin, I'm scoring like Andre Drummond

I ran me a ticket up like it's a summons

I'm gon get my billie's up I ain't with the fronting

Niggas can't spin we gon give 'em' the boot

12 off the walk in that ain't nothing new

Hoes gon fuck for a get back like if that shit cute

Can't be stuck I ain't with that won't slack like a suit

She gon suck me up like soup

Gotta pay me up they do

Mileage adding up I flew

College wasn't something I'll do

I can't fuck with no regular bitch or no lame

Before I started this shit already had me a name

Pardon the whip niggas not in my lane

Swear I plotted on this I ain't doing it for fame

Glock got a switch and I'm good with the aim

Look at my bitch you could tell we ain't the same

Rock up my wrist I told O hit up Dang

Swear to god if this hit ima ice out the gang

Your plug ain't a plug he a middle man

I'm the plug for the plugs ima get em in

It's still no new niggas I can't fit em in

I got tired of the hit or miss

Yeah

Hit another lick

She trynna fuck in a Cullinan

And she loving it

But she irrelevant

You do the most for the hoes I be dubbing

Every time that we pull up they looking real shook

I don't play by the rules we don't go by the book

I been in my pocket like give me the loot

Like you could get shot by the way that you look

Gotta get the packs off you know I'm in pursuit

That's a hunnit a trip you know this nothing new

We the plugs of the plugs don't get it confused

Racks off of pieces that's what I'm into

Yeah, yeah yeah

Come out with something I started with nothing

Had to work my way up nigga go stop the fronting

I do not feel comfortable can't get the gun in

I'm ballin, I'm scoring like Andre Drummond

I ran me a ticket up like it's a summons

I'm gon get my billie's up I ain't with the fronting

Yeah, yeah yeah

I got tired of the hit or miss

Yeah, yeah yeah

She trynna fuck in a Cullinan

Yeah, yeah yeah

No new niggas I can't fit em in

Yeah, yeah yeah