Lyrics Shake-N-Bake - Fredo Bang, BIG30

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)