Make it Shake! ft. Mr. K Lyrics

Slide to the club with the gang

Poppin popping bottles pull it bop it let it bang

We don't wanna fuck with you lil Nigga you can't hang

Every time we dropping its wasabi fire flame

Shout out my boy ZK

Beat my chest like I'm DK

At the function yeah we jumpin til we cannot feel our face

Take exotic til I fade

Take a bottle to the brain

Every time I'm at the party you know imma make it shake

I'm airing my grievances

It's fuck all you bitches and fuck all you Niggas who ain't on the team with us

The bar is so high if you jumped from the moon that you still can't compete with us

Your gang is irrelevant pavement you claiming it just isn't street enough

My nigga don't do it we see you we shooing don't think you can eat with us

Whip clean, riding with the stick clean

Imma leave you wit a sick sting

Bitch please, stacking up stacking you know that I'm rackin up big green

Pick me! Bitches some birds if I wanted I leave you with clipped wings

Lick these, I know that you just wanna get a nice taste of this big thing

Slide to the club with the gang

Poppin popping bottles pull it bop it let it bang

We don't wanna fuck with you lil Nigga you can't hang

Every time we dropping its wasabi fire flame

Shout out my boy ZK

Beat my chest like I'm DK

At the function yeah we jumpin til we cannot feel our face

Take exotic til I fade

Take a bottle to the brain

Every time I'm at the function you know imma make it shake

All the niggas looking all the bitches looking

From the crooked in the kitchen cooking

Niggas hating bitches waiting no debating I keep they pussies gushing

We invented crunk getting buck nigga getting drunk

Smoking skunk weed AR-15s quarter keys stashed in the trunk

Homicidal flatlining vitals

Capsizing rivals

Just the tip of the iceberg pimping like Iceberg (Slim)

I'm on a big wave a crashing tidal

If our pockets get slim we re-up and get it again

Turn the heat up and hit it again

I came up with villainous men

We 'bout real as it get

Slide to the club with the gang

Poppin popping bottles pull it bop it let it bang

We don't wanna fuck with you lil Nigga you can't hang

Every time we dropping its wasabi fire flame

Shout out my boy ZK

Beat my chest like I'm DK

At the function yeah we jumpin til we cannot feel our face

Take exotic til I fade

Take a bottle to the brain

Every time I'm at the function you know imma make it shake