GROUND SHAKE
Ground shake, yeah I make the ground shake
I ain't ate in weeks yeah I think I need a plate
Went to cookout with my first fucking date
We ain't ate I just ate her plate, now she wanna skate
Shit is so clean, skating down the street
Who is that nigga? That's that nigga with meat
He got the dog food, he sell it to the street (man)
We got the dog food, we ate it then we feast (man)
Yeah I make the ground shake
Synergy stasis locked in fucking ground shake
Got a bad bitch doin my prey shit
Vampire predator I'm on some wavy shit
H.P. or Lovecraft
Think I'm Lovecraftian the way I do this math
And since I got all this math and I'm counting up all this cash
And if you think your bitch is bad, well she's not that bad
(this nigga has to be joking)
Think I'm getting too old, Lethal Weapon
I took your bad bitch last life, with my last second
Thought it was in time, but it's a crime
And she look like grimes, or maybe she was a thot
Make the ground shake, make the ground shake
Spin that hula hoop throw that ass, make the ground shake
Throw that money, get that cash make the ground shake
Now she on me, I ain't ate think I need a fucking plate, yeah
Make the ground shake, shorty got that pound cake
I ain't talking Drake, I'm talking crispy fresh laced on my glaze
Lemon haze in my fucking lungs
I don't give a fuck what you thought this was?
(I'm just getting goofy with it)
I want it my way, feel like a demon in my closet, in my mindspace
Think I'm on MySpace, I'm talking to some emo women
They gon get down, make the ground shake
Like it's Giamatti, Dwayne Johnson, San Andreas
Nah man, I ain't playing I'ma need my payment
Why you talking to me, man why you faking?
I don't really listen to the minds that be vacant they complacent
(what the fuck, baby)
Ground shake, make the ground shake
Spin that hula hoop, throw that ass, make the ground shake
Throw that money get that cash make the ground shake
Now she on me, I ain't ate think I need a fucking plate
Ground shake, make the ground shake
Spin that hula hoop, throw that ass, make the ground shake
Throw that money get that cash make the ground shake
Now she on me, I ain't ate, yeah I need a fucking plate
I ain't ate in weeks yeah I think I need a plate
Went to cookout with my first fucking date
We ain't ate I just ate her plate, now she wanna skate
Shit is so clean, skating down the street
Who is that nigga? That's that nigga with meat
He got the dog food, he sell it to the street (man)
We got the dog food, we ate it then we feast (man)
Yeah I make the ground shake
Synergy stasis locked in fucking ground shake
Got a bad bitch doin my prey shit
Vampire predator I'm on some wavy shit
H.P. or Lovecraft
Think I'm Lovecraftian the way I do this math
And since I got all this math and I'm counting up all this cash
And if you think your bitch is bad, well she's not that bad
(this nigga has to be joking)
Think I'm getting too old, Lethal Weapon
I took your bad bitch last life, with my last second
Thought it was in time, but it's a crime
And she look like grimes, or maybe she was a thot
Make the ground shake, make the ground shake
Spin that hula hoop throw that ass, make the ground shake
Throw that money, get that cash make the ground shake
Now she on me, I ain't ate think I need a fucking plate, yeah
Make the ground shake, shorty got that pound cake
I ain't talking Drake, I'm talking crispy fresh laced on my glaze
Lemon haze in my fucking lungs
I don't give a fuck what you thought this was?
(I'm just getting goofy with it)
I want it my way, feel like a demon in my closet, in my mindspace
Think I'm on MySpace, I'm talking to some emo women
They gon get down, make the ground shake
Like it's Giamatti, Dwayne Johnson, San Andreas
Nah man, I ain't playing I'ma need my payment
Why you talking to me, man why you faking?
I don't really listen to the minds that be vacant they complacent
(what the fuck, baby)
Ground shake, make the ground shake
Spin that hula hoop, throw that ass, make the ground shake
Throw that money get that cash make the ground shake
Now she on me, I ain't ate think I need a fucking plate
Ground shake, make the ground shake
Spin that hula hoop, throw that ass, make the ground shake
Throw that money get that cash make the ground shake
Now she on me, I ain't ate, yeah I need a fucking plate
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Writer(s): Cole Burrell
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