Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shake-N-Bake, artist - Fredo Bang. Date of issue: 05.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Shake-N-Bake |
| First we get the drop then we light his block up |
| Hit 'em in his shit, clear the scene before the cops come |
| Mm-hmm, mm-mm |
| I put thirty in my Glock and put a hunnid in my Draco |
| My youngin' caught on one, I flew him out and told him lay low |
| To get a nigga gone, I press a button like a remote |
| I give a nigga stitches, he a bitch I call him Lilo |
| I don’t fuck with rappers, most of these bitch ass niggas too fake (Too fake) |
| Trappin', jackin', rappin', most of my niggas get it a few ways (A few ways) |
| Clapping 'bout that action, ain’t no tellin' what I’m gon' shoot today |
| My house be full of fuckin' killrs, I ain’t got no room to hate |
| Word around town, he talkin' down and want the nemy (Yeah, yeah) |
| I gotta smash but I ain’t beggin', ain’t got the energy (Yeah, yeah) |
| He smoked your dawg, I wrote a check, we friends with benefits (Yeah, yeah) |
| Got a big bag, now she gon' sign off, up her chimney (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Yeah, one kill, two kills, I cannot feel (Murders) |
| Three kills (Brr), four kills (Brr), I’m off the pain pills (Off them pills) |
| Five kills, six kills, I’m outside of your crib (Brr, brr) |
| Seven, eight, the feds on us, gotta shake and bake |
| At 18, I touched twenty racks, thought I was rich as fuck |
| Before 19, had hunnid racks, I had to put it up |
| I turned twenty tons to quarter mil', I told momma, «It's up» (Brr) |
| At 21, I touched a whole mil' and they thought I was bluffin' |
| Half a million worth of cars and I got two-fifty on ice |
| I go everywhere with my shit off the rip, I ain’t tryna fight (Bitch, |
| I ain’t tryna fight) |
| Let a nigga touch the diamonds, he get hit up with this rifle (Brr) |
| You just got back then get away, you still gon die, that’s on the Bible |
| You know Fredo, that’s my brother, can’t wait 'til Lil YoYo back (My brother) |
| Known for runnin' niggas down, slam one hunnids in four-door 'Cats (Brr, brr) |
| I can call a play and up the score, BIG30 quarterback (BIG30 run it) |
| I’m slidin' a bulletproof Cadillac, killer trail me in the Track' |
| Yeah, one kill, two kills, I cannot feel (Murders, murders) |
| Three kills (Murders), four kills (Brr), I’m off the pain pills (Brr) |
| Five kills (Murders), six kills, I’m outside of your crib (Brr, brr) |
| Seven, eight, the feds on |
| Just gotta shake and bake (Just gotta shake and bake) |
| One kill two kills, I cannot feel |
| Three kills, four kills, I’m off the pain pills |
| Five kills, six kills, I’m outside of your crib |
| Seven, eight, the feds on us, gotta shake and bake |
| You know Fredo that’s my brother (Brr), can’t wait 'til Lil YoYo back (Murders, |
| murders) |
| Known for runnin' niggas down, slam one hunnids and photo cap (Murders, murders) |
| I can call a play (Brr) and up the score, BIG30 quarterback (Murders, murders) |
| I’m slidin' in a bulletproof Cadillac, killer trail me in the track (Brr) |