Quake

[Intro]
Wait (Is this Glvck?)
Gllah, gllah
Like, look
Wait
Look

[Chorus]
Ass fat, she makin' it quake
Shorty a freak, I might nut on her lace
Got the G right by my waist
Uppin' the Gs, you get shot in your face
Ass fat, she makin' it quake
Left cheek, right cheek, pick up the pace
A-Ass fat, she makin' it quake
Le-Left cheek, right cheek, pick up the pace

[Verse]
Smokin' on Lu got me higher than space
In my bag, I might pour me a eighth, like
This ain't slow jam, pick up the pace
I like the way how you movin' your waist
To-Touch them hips, baby, don't play
Le-Left cheek, right cheek, pick up the pace
To-To-Touch them hips, baby, don't play
Le-Le-Left cheek, right cheek, pick up the pace
Gllah, whеre you goin' with all of that ass, like?
Ba-Baby, come hеre
You so pretty, can I take you home?
Can we get to [?] fuckin' on a chair?
Hi-Hit it right, make her bust a tear
So much pain in my body, I could bust a tear
Better watch them people, niggas be weird
Pop me a 30, see everythin' clear
Ba-Baby, some days I be feelin' hopeless
Like, what I gotta do to be noticed?
Workin' hard but it's hard to focus
Shit I can't talk 'bout, it's hard cope with
Drugs in my therapy because they fix it
'Bout gettin' money? Then pop a prescription
Make youfeel different
If you ain't gettin' money, you ain't livin', gllah
Big-Big .48 like a Trojan Horse
Let's play ball, I ain't talkin' sports
Up it fast, no time to even have a thought
Got the drop, leave a nigga on his porch
I think I see shh–, let me fix my form
Both hands when I shoot like I'm holdin' a sword
I need a bucket, I'm tryna score
Too many tans, could take down a horde
(Walk with the stick like I'm Voldemort)
Hollows gon' hit a nigga like [?]
Boys on my body, watch how fast we go
Lil' baddie gettin' neeky off the Tito's
Move with the G every day like it's legal
I'm just tryna protect all my people
Rich or poor, I see you as equal
Could never talk down 'cause I know how it feel to, gllah
Like-Like, I'm a dark horse, I'm a black sheep
[?] and hate comin' at me
Back out the G, make you run like a track meet, gllah
Behind my back [?] talkin' shit, in person wanted dab me
You a pussy, you a claffy
(Don't care if you jack me, you cannot clap me)

[Chorus]
Ass fat, she makin' it quake
Shorty a freak, I might nut on her lace
Got the G right by my waist
Uppin' the Gs, you get shot in your face
Ass fat, she makin' it quake
Left cheek, right cheek, pick up the pace
A-Ass fat, she makin' it quake
Le-Left cheek, right cheek, pick up the pace