Shake Sum

[Intro]
CashMoneyAP

[Chorus]
Niggas know I'm pistol packing (Woo)
Shoot him with a automatic (Woo)
Shoot him with a automatic
Shoot him with that magic, death gon' be tragic (Woo)
Niggas know I'm pistol packing (Woo)
Shoot him with a automatic (Woo)
Shoot him with a automatic
Shoot him with that magic, death gon' be tragic
And I said shake some (Shake some ho)
Roll another one (Nigga, huh)
Shake some (Huh, roll another one)
Shake some (Shake some hoe, yeah)
Yeah, shake some
What?, yeah that rollie

[Verse 1]
Kill that nigga, now he flying up to heaven
Shoot him with that motherfucking 2 plus 7
Now he gon' talk to his baby momma too
'Cause we shot that bitch, and she was pregnant
Whole lotta rollies right on my wrist
Whole lotta diamonds, I don't give a shit
I got a whole lotta bitches on my dick
These niggas choose and pick
I don't know why you niggas think y'all funny
'Cause I'm wiping on his nose, and that shit was runny
Yeah, I'm chasing for that bag, yeah I'm chasing money
Yeah, I'm chasing money, he my lil' sonny
And he making punny's, 'cause he think he funny
'Cause he think he funny, 'til I get my gunny, woo

[Chorus]
Niggas know I'm pistol packing (Woo)
Shoot him with a automatic (Woo)
Shoot him with a automatic
Shoot him with that magic, death gon' be tragic (Woo)
Niggas know I'm pistol packing (Woo)
Shoot him with a automatic (Woo)
Shoot him with a automatic
Shoot him with that magic, death gon' be tragic
And I said shake some (Shake some ho)
Roll another one (Nigga, huh)
Shake some (Huh, roll another one)
Shake some (Shake some hoe, yeah)
Yeah, shake some
What?, yeah that rollie

[Verse 2]
I pop me a perky, then I go retarded
Shoot up the party, that bitch' gon get started
We sent that nigga so much smoke, that shit smell like we farted
You can't even stop that shit, I don't even know why you started
Me and my niggas robbed the bank, even though that shit was guarded
Nigga gay, he sweet like a fruit, he a her/she
You know it's gon' come with a fee for a verse-y
Too much hoes in my DM, they try to fuck me
I can't fuck up on these hoes, even though they try to love me
Momma look at your son, that nigga popping, that nigga popping
Look at your son, that nigga dropping, that nigga dropping
Look at your son, that nigga mopping, that nigga mopping
Look at your son, he the one they blocking, he the one they blocking
What?

[Chorus]
Niggas know I'm pistol packing (Woo)
Shoot him with a automatic (Woo)
Shoot him with a automatic
Shoot him with that magic, death gon' be tragic (Woo)
Niggas know I'm pistol packing (Woo)
Shoot him with a automatic (Woo)
Shoot him with a automatic
Shoot him with that magic, death gon' be tragic
And I said shake some (Shake some ho)
Roll another one (Nigga, huh)
Shake some (Huh, roll another one)
Shake some (Shake some hoe, yeah)
Yeah, shake some
What?, yeah that rollie