Don Toliver - Shacking Up lyrics
Don Toliver [Caleb Zackery] Houston, Texas, U.S
[Don Toliver - Shacking Up lyrics]
(Drum Addicts, Hit-Boy)
Six-speed, hittin' all the bumps
In the backseat shot a man down
Then I had to hit the backstreet (Bah, bah)
I'm so tired, are you bein’ who I is?
I'm so tired of the games you play
It's all cool until I fuck it up
Dranked out in my house
I'm on that double cup
See you slackin' off
You need to slack it up (You slackin' off)
Over there with that bitch
Know you shackin’ up
Ice on me, it hit's like them Cali clubs
(yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
Re-rock my chicken then I let it flood
(Ooh ooh, ooh) from my understanding
You're kinda hard to work with
You go there with cheddar
You leave that bitch with a broke wrist
Pardon myself or maybe pardon my mind
I be still in the trap
I might just whip up a nine
I might call up lil' shawty and
Fuck that bitch from behind
I know I seen you, woah
'cause you be watchin' my shine
Escalated, jaded, baby, you crossfaded
This that big boss talk but ain't no way
Baby sum like crack in the 80's
I got my ins and outs (Ayy)
I call my heater, babe (Ayy)
He lay low, shoot your house (House)
Paper, paper cuts on me
Too much money, Schmoney Dance on me
Got your bitch, she doin' hunnids on E
Came through, la-di, da-di, blowin'
This weed, yeah, ayy
Six-speed, hittin' all the bumps
In the backseat shot a man down
Then I had to hit the backstreet (Bah, bah)
I'm so tired, are you bein’ who I is?
I'm so tired of the games you play
It's all cool until I fuck it up
Dranked out in my house
I'm on that double cup
See you slackin' off
You need to slack it up (You slackin' off)
Over there with that bitch
Know you shackin’ up
Ice on me, it hit's like them Cali clubs
(yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
Re-rock my chicken then I let it flood
(Ooh ooh, ooh) from my understanding
You're kinda hard to work with
You go there with cheddar
You leave that bitch with a broke wrist
Six-speed, hittin' all the bumps
In the backseat shot a man down
Then I had to hit the backstreet (Bah, bah)
I'm so tired, are you bein’ who I is?
I'm so tired of the games you play
It's all cool until I fuck it up
Dranked out in my house
I'm on that double cup
See you slackin' off
You need to slack it up (You slackin' off)
Over there with that bitch
Know you shackin’ up
Ice on me, it hit's like them Cali clubs
(yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
Re-rock my chicken then I let it flood
(Ooh ooh, ooh) from my understanding
You're kinda hard to work with
You go there with cheddar
You leave that bitch with a broke wrist
Pardon myself or maybe pardon my mind
I be still in the trap
I might just whip up a nine
I might call up lil' shawty and
Fuck that bitch from behind
I know I seen you, woah
'cause you be watchin' my shine
Escalated, jaded, baby, you crossfaded
This that big boss talk but ain't no way
Baby sum like crack in the 80's
I got my ins and outs (Ayy)
I call my heater, babe (Ayy)
He lay low, shoot your house (House)
Paper, paper cuts on me
Too much money, Schmoney Dance on me
Got your bitch, she doin' hunnids on E
Came through, la-di, da-di, blowin'
This weed, yeah, ayy
Six-speed, hittin' all the bumps
In the backseat shot a man down
Then I had to hit the backstreet (Bah, bah)
I'm so tired, are you bein’ who I is?
I'm so tired of the games you play
It's all cool until I fuck it up
Dranked out in my house
I'm on that double cup
See you slackin' off
You need to slack it up (You slackin' off)
Over there with that bitch
Know you shackin’ up
Ice on me, it hit's like them Cali clubs
(yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
Re-rock my chicken then I let it flood
(Ooh ooh, ooh) from my understanding
You're kinda hard to work with
You go there with cheddar
You leave that bitch with a broke wrist