Taste (Make It Shake) (Remix feat. Hooligan Hefs & Nerve)
Show 'em, baby
How you flex and make it shake
All that back and pretty face
Girl, I'm tryna get a taste
I'm just bopping give a fuck who's in the place
Gucci buckle with a snake but my hoodie looking bape
Show 'em, baby
How you flex and make it shake
All that back and pretty face
Girl, I'm tryna get a taste
I'm just bopping give a fuck who's in the place
Gucci buckle with a snake but my hoodie looking bape
Show 'em baby
How you flex and make it bounce
Make it drop it's getting hot
Should we be waking up the house?
Fuck it keep it up
I know you love it when you're loud
But if we hear the door knocking
We can't make another sound
Love my bruddas that's for life
I know my family got me
Couple bitches, couple haters
Couple bands are on me
Leave me be
I live my life with fucking cameras on me
Do my thing I'm setting pace go tell a man to stop me
Couple bruddas got a job
A couple buy and sell
Grew up sliding round in north
Manny you can kinda tell
If you see me with a girl
My chick be looking fly as well
Louis V crepes and the belt but the bag's Chanel
Had a rest and then
I had to step the levels up
Got it in my head that
I'm the best so I ain't stressing much
I ain't on the fake shit so
I ain't gonna beg for love
Gally love me anyway
Big Shelley and I wet it up
Show 'em, baby
How you flex and make it shake
All that back and pretty face
Girl, I'm tryna get a taste
I'm just bopping give a fuck who's in the place
Gucci buckle with a snake but my hoodie looking bape
Show 'em, baby
How you flex and make it shake
All that back and pretty face
Girl, I'm tryna get a taste
I'm just bopping give a fuck who's in the place
Gucci buckle with a snake but my hoodie looking bape
She tellin' me I'm fly for a white boy (Yeah)
They want static;
I'ma give 'em white noise (Ha)
Ladies love my style, oi
They be tryna get me all inside
I eat the cookie, not the cake, baby
I ain't catching typhoid (Ha)
Me and my boys
We know how to turn it up
I see some people hating on the kid
I see 'em burning up
So word 'em up, don't get mad at me
'Cause you don't earn enough (Ching)
I'm chasin' up the green and when I leave
I smoke that purple stuff
Like, like I'm stepping up to the cheddar
If they say they wantin' spice then
I hit the beat with the pepper
Got a booty in my right hand and
Guinness all in my left
And if she dancing like a weapon
Then we gon' leave here together (Yeah)
Throw it back, bust it open, that's a vibe
Got her sounding like a Catholic
The way she talking to Christ (Ha)
If they telling you I ain't one of the best, that's a lie
Straight from Manny out to Aussie
I'm a legend till I die, like what
Show 'em, baby
How you flex and make it shake
All that back and pretty face
Girl, I'm tryna get a taste
I'm just bopping give a fuck who's in the place
Gucci buckle with a snake but my hoodie looking bape
Show 'em, baby
How you flex and make it shake
All that back and pretty face
Girl, I'm tryna get a taste
I'm just bopping give a fuck who's in the place
Gucci buckle with a snake but my hoodie looking bape
They know who's who (Who)
When I step up in the place
Girls want to have a taste
Pigs want me in a cage
I face paint her face
But I'm not a MUA
Then I'm back to making papes
Money making like ace
If we're talking who's the realest
Let me show 'em who's the realest
I got real fucking drillers
Cousin doing double digits
And I'm still doing figures
And I'm still with the hitters
And I'm still sending presents
For my brothers through visit
Come a long way from the sinnin'
Now I'm winnin'
Doin' eetswa and I'm livin'
Gucci print from the flippin'
Now the pattern fits different
I use card for the billin'
Shoutout when I'm in the building
(We got Hefs in the building)
Ayy, any opp can get a taste
Any time, any place
Feeling handsome with the hand thing on my waist
You got a boyfriend? That's okay
I'm feeling petty with the wap
Tell him come my way, ayy
Show 'em, baby
How you flex and make it shake
All that back and pretty face
Girl, I'm tryna get a taste
I'm just bopping give a fuck who's in the place
Gucci buckle with a snake but my hoodie looking bape
Show 'em, baby
How you flex and make it shake
All that back and pretty face
Girl, I'm tryna get a taste
I'm just bopping give a fuck who's in the place
Gucci buckle with a snake but my hoodie looking bape
How you flex and make it shake
All that back and pretty face
Girl, I'm tryna get a taste
I'm just bopping give a fuck who's in the place
Gucci buckle with a snake but my hoodie looking bape
Show 'em, baby
How you flex and make it shake
All that back and pretty face
Girl, I'm tryna get a taste
I'm just bopping give a fuck who's in the place
Gucci buckle with a snake but my hoodie looking bape
Show 'em baby
How you flex and make it bounce
Make it drop it's getting hot
Should we be waking up the house?
Fuck it keep it up
I know you love it when you're loud
But if we hear the door knocking
We can't make another sound
Love my bruddas that's for life
I know my family got me
Couple bitches, couple haters
Couple bands are on me
Leave me be
I live my life with fucking cameras on me
Do my thing I'm setting pace go tell a man to stop me
Couple bruddas got a job
A couple buy and sell
Grew up sliding round in north
Manny you can kinda tell
If you see me with a girl
My chick be looking fly as well
Louis V crepes and the belt but the bag's Chanel
Had a rest and then
I had to step the levels up
Got it in my head that
I'm the best so I ain't stressing much
I ain't on the fake shit so
I ain't gonna beg for love
Gally love me anyway
Big Shelley and I wet it up
Show 'em, baby
How you flex and make it shake
All that back and pretty face
Girl, I'm tryna get a taste
I'm just bopping give a fuck who's in the place
Gucci buckle with a snake but my hoodie looking bape
Show 'em, baby
How you flex and make it shake
All that back and pretty face
Girl, I'm tryna get a taste
I'm just bopping give a fuck who's in the place
Gucci buckle with a snake but my hoodie looking bape
She tellin' me I'm fly for a white boy (Yeah)
They want static;
I'ma give 'em white noise (Ha)
Ladies love my style, oi
They be tryna get me all inside
I eat the cookie, not the cake, baby
I ain't catching typhoid (Ha)
Me and my boys
We know how to turn it up
I see some people hating on the kid
I see 'em burning up
So word 'em up, don't get mad at me
'Cause you don't earn enough (Ching)
I'm chasin' up the green and when I leave
I smoke that purple stuff
Like, like I'm stepping up to the cheddar
If they say they wantin' spice then
I hit the beat with the pepper
Got a booty in my right hand and
Guinness all in my left
And if she dancing like a weapon
Then we gon' leave here together (Yeah)
Throw it back, bust it open, that's a vibe
Got her sounding like a Catholic
The way she talking to Christ (Ha)
If they telling you I ain't one of the best, that's a lie
Straight from Manny out to Aussie
I'm a legend till I die, like what
Show 'em, baby
How you flex and make it shake
All that back and pretty face
Girl, I'm tryna get a taste
I'm just bopping give a fuck who's in the place
Gucci buckle with a snake but my hoodie looking bape
Show 'em, baby
How you flex and make it shake
All that back and pretty face
Girl, I'm tryna get a taste
I'm just bopping give a fuck who's in the place
Gucci buckle with a snake but my hoodie looking bape
They know who's who (Who)
When I step up in the place
Girls want to have a taste
Pigs want me in a cage
I face paint her face
But I'm not a MUA
Then I'm back to making papes
Money making like ace
If we're talking who's the realest
Let me show 'em who's the realest
I got real fucking drillers
Cousin doing double digits
And I'm still doing figures
And I'm still with the hitters
And I'm still sending presents
For my brothers through visit
Come a long way from the sinnin'
Now I'm winnin'
Doin' eetswa and I'm livin'
Gucci print from the flippin'
Now the pattern fits different
I use card for the billin'
Shoutout when I'm in the building
(We got Hefs in the building)
Ayy, any opp can get a taste
Any time, any place
Feeling handsome with the hand thing on my waist
You got a boyfriend? That's okay
I'm feeling petty with the wap
Tell him come my way, ayy
Show 'em, baby
How you flex and make it shake
All that back and pretty face
Girl, I'm tryna get a taste
I'm just bopping give a fuck who's in the place
Gucci buckle with a snake but my hoodie looking bape
Show 'em, baby
How you flex and make it shake
All that back and pretty face
Girl, I'm tryna get a taste
I'm just bopping give a fuck who's in the place
Gucci buckle with a snake but my hoodie looking bape
Credits
Writer(s): Mustafa Armando Ibrahim Omer, James Terence Murray, Harrison James Armstrong, Jacob Daniel Jones
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