Burna Bandz - Shade lyrics
[Burna Bandz - Shade lyrics]
(G, I think we got one) yeah, uh
What's with all the hate
What's with all the shade?
Rude five-seven get him out the way
Tell 'em let my dawgs out the cage
Still scream free 47 and Baby K
And we used to be bummy, now, nigga, we paid
They gon' have a nigga white
Blanket where he lay
I seen some shit gotta take to the grave
They ask how I'm doing and I tell' em great
You ain't talkin' rackades
Ain't got nothing to say
And I look in cro' eyes I
See redrum in his facе
And you know we on go, no one hit the brakеs
Might hop out the Lamb' and hop in the Wraith
Got choppers outta province
Choppers out the state
Money on your head now we
Laughin' to the bank
That nigga was lackin' that's
How he got spanked
Cro' say that I'm trippin', spend
Racks on this drank, uh
Spend racks on this drank
They tell me to chill but nigga I can't
Last dollar I still gotta stick to the plan
If we can't you bent, we
Gon' get at your man, yeah
Was sittin' in the trap
House countin' up bands
I hit the booth, was planning on a M
Cro' on a case, he fighting a M (Murder, one)
Spend these racks 'cause we never had none
Got this ice on my wrist, made my hand numb
In the trap gotta keep my handgun, yeah yeah
He a snake, end up like the last one
Coolin' anywhere they say we can't come
Probably tie a plug up for ransom
What's up with all the hate
What's up with all the shade?
What's up with all the hate
What's up with all the shade?
What's up with all the hate
What's up with all the fake?
Try the lifestyle still not catching fade
Shawty wanna fuck, she know I'm gettin' cake
He just got hit up, he ain't get grazed
What's with all the hate
What's with all the shade?
Rude five-seven get him out the way
Tell 'em let my dawgs out the cage
Still scream free 47 and Baby K
And we used to be bummy, now, nigga, we paid
They gon' have a nigga white
Blanket where he lay
I seen some shit gotta take to the grave
They ask how I'm doing and I tell' em great
You ain't talkin' rackades
Ain't got nothing to say
And I look in cro' eyes I
See redrum in his face
And you know we on go, no one hit the brakes
Might hop out the Lamb' and hop in the Wraith
Got choppers outta province
Choppers out the state
Money on your head now we
Laughin' to the bank
That nigga was lackin' that's
How he got spanked
Cro' say that I'm trippin', spend
Racks on this drank, uh
What's with all the hate
What's with all the shade?
Rude five-seven get him out the way
Tell 'em let my dawgs out the cage
Still scream free 47 and Baby K
And we used to be bummy, now, nigga, we paid
They gon' have a nigga white
Blanket where he lay
I seen some shit gotta take to the grave
They ask how I'm doing and I tell' em great
You ain't talkin' rackades
Ain't got nothing to say
And I look in cro' eyes I
See redrum in his facе
And you know we on go, no one hit the brakеs
Might hop out the Lamb' and hop in the Wraith
Got choppers outta province
Choppers out the state
Money on your head now we
Laughin' to the bank
That nigga was lackin' that's
How he got spanked
Cro' say that I'm trippin', spend
Racks on this drank, uh
Spend racks on this drank
They tell me to chill but nigga I can't
Last dollar I still gotta stick to the plan
If we can't you bent, we
Gon' get at your man, yeah
Was sittin' in the trap
House countin' up bands
I hit the booth, was planning on a M
Cro' on a case, he fighting a M (Murder, one)
Spend these racks 'cause we never had none
Got this ice on my wrist, made my hand numb
In the trap gotta keep my handgun, yeah yeah
He a snake, end up like the last one
Coolin' anywhere they say we can't come
Probably tie a plug up for ransom
What's up with all the hate
What's up with all the shade?
What's up with all the hate
What's up with all the shade?
What's up with all the hate
What's up with all the fake?
Try the lifestyle still not catching fade
Shawty wanna fuck, she know I'm gettin' cake
He just got hit up, he ain't get grazed
What's with all the hate
What's with all the shade?
Rude five-seven get him out the way
Tell 'em let my dawgs out the cage
Still scream free 47 and Baby K
And we used to be bummy, now, nigga, we paid
They gon' have a nigga white
Blanket where he lay
I seen some shit gotta take to the grave
They ask how I'm doing and I tell' em great
You ain't talkin' rackades
Ain't got nothing to say
And I look in cro' eyes I
See redrum in his face
And you know we on go, no one hit the brakes
Might hop out the Lamb' and hop in the Wraith
Got choppers outta province
Choppers out the state
Money on your head now we
Laughin' to the bank
That nigga was lackin' that's
How he got spanked
Cro' say that I'm trippin', spend
Racks on this drank, uh