Shake sum Lyrics

You love me and the love is fake

Like how the fuck you feeling salty

And ain't made shit shake?

Sneak dissin on the net

But friendly in my face

How the fuck you love me and the love is fake

Like how the fuck you feelin' salty?

And ain't made shit shake

Sneak dissin on the net but friendly in my face

I can't be around you niggas, I'm tryna elevate

Niggas had jobs and was still eatin off my plate

I was puttin' niggas on, they still want my place

Only been fuckin' with B.O.A. and still run ah chase

Scammin' niggas like my songs, that's cuz they can relate

Only been fuckin' with B.O.A., still run ah chase

I'm still puttin' niggas on, they still want my place, tuh

Overlappin broke niggas, they still think it's ah race

I'm the one these niggas copy, they do what Simon say

And if I don't know bitch then I'ma find ah way

You get it out a hoe, nigga, I get it out ah bank

You ain't never touched ten, think I'ma listen what you say?

Nah, bitch, nah, bitch, that's cuz we can't relate

Can't take advice from ah broke nigga, that's ah dumb nigga trait

Tryna find ways to get richer, so bitch, I'm up late

Everytime you see me it's somethin new it's ah update

I'm on ah different type of timin lil bitch, I'm tryna fuck face

Fuckin' up her hair like fuck the lace

We get too busy when recordin' like fuck the tape

We chillin, smokin woods, listenin to old Drake

Baby, don't trip about them hoes, them bitches gon' hate

How could I let it slide

Must not been worried bout them niggas, must've been hella high

Cuz I be laughin' at you niggas, the hate they tryna hide

Hatin' on yo homies, but yo opps, you ain't tryna slide

I don't wanna hear what the next nigga got, what do you have?

Bitches be datin niggas for money, but we knew that

You easy access for the bread, bitch ah food stamp

Niggas gettin' ideas when they see me, head light up like a lamp

Niggas got lightbulbs on they head, copy everytime they get a chance

Sorry to break it to you, but yo lady bitch is a tramp

Throw some money on the table n they pussy gettin damp

I just punched this lil shit offline, yo, niggas shop at Champs

Don't spark that wood till we hit the freeway ramp

Elevate from all my lessons, take my L's like champs

Ah nigga can't call me broke, cuz that's not evident

And ever since I left the bitch, I been up ever since

Stay yo ass from round me if you ain't fuckin' with me

I'm really gettin' money, friends mean nothin' to me

And when you really gettin to it, hoes mean nothin to you

That's just another person, eatin off yo plate, you got a bum with you

They only come around, when they sense the motion, they don't wanna thug it with you

Niggas be inspired, but this money make em feel uncomfortable

I hope niggas don't think they Youngboy think they untouchable

N you ain't really eatin' for real, probably just a Lunchable