Kevin Gates - Shakin Back lyrics

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Kevin Gates - Shakin Back lyrics

[Hook/Chorus] 27 ounces, three 9 pieces I’m shaking back My old hoe gon f--k on Sunday, can’t wait for that H town no (?) Rumors hit my top every minute I’m built for that If I can pray there I can stay there I ain’t scared of nothing Your grandma stay there you gon lay there Boy you just scared to hustle Oh well really yeah I ain’t ringing bells And my neighborhood supplier just got out the Feds [Verse 1] I’m pissing clean for my P.O Imma living legend Straight out the clip F--k every C.O who (?) White people showing love N----s hating on me Say they got a cake baked and they waiting on me I went flat Had to scratch Woman skated on me I pray 5 times a day I had to talk to God In chicago going hard without a body guard I’m in control and I’m controlling my shock collar Couple rappers but they names I am not calling Y’all gotta pay up (?) land lord If you don’t pay up what you order i’m not stakeholder Rubber bands Coming in [Hook/Chorus] 27 ounces, three 9 pieces I’m shaking back My old hoe gon f--k on Sunday, can’t wait for that H town no (?) Rumors hit my top every minute I’m built for that If I can pray there I can stay there I ain’t scared of nothing Your grandma stay there you gon lay there Boy you just scared to hustle Oh well really yeah I ain’t ringing bells And my neighborhood supplier just got out the (?) [Verse 2] Say he broke the seal Can I put it back on feet And once he run it up he gonna put it back on me He tell me all these things and get mad if I don’t agree Your habit is stronger than your hustle Your hustle I don’t believe In jail I run into you know I go in there like (?) Wheezy changed forum thought we would stay in touch (?) hit the line when he call me I’m finna come I’m jumping out the rari he think I don’t gotta gun Whats happening n---a? Keep you something ,If you not I could take you uptown and reach you something by the spot I’m holding shop with shop getting held for me You hanging by my trap but you ain’t ever sell nothing [Hook/Chorus] 27 ounces, three 9 pieces I’m shaking back My old hoe gon f--k on Sunday, can’t wait for that H town no (?) Rumors hit my top every minute I’m built for that If I can pray there I can stay there I ain’t scared of nothing Your grandma stay there you gon lay there Boy you just scared to hustle Oh well really yeah I ain’t ringing bells And my neighborhood supplier just got out the Feds