BIG30, Fredo Bang - Shake-N-Bake lyrics
BIG30 [Rodney Lamont Wright Jr.] Memphis, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
Fredrick Dewon Thomas Givens II
[BIG30, Fredo Bang - Shake-N-Bake lyrics]
(Roll the dice, Richie)
(KJ, let the beat knock)
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' killеrs
I ain't got no room to hate
Word around town
He talkin' down and want the еnemy
(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 benefit's (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)
(KJ, let the beat knock)
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' killеrs
I ain't got no room to hate
Word around town
He talkin' down and want the еnemy
(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 benefit's (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)