SHAKA LAKA (feat. Kodak Black)

Oh, you said sum'? Oh, you want Red Rum?

Yeah, frrt
That it's random (huh)

Oh, you said sum'? Oh, you want Red Rum?
I got this Glocky on my hip, it's spittin' venom (frrt)
Oh, you got hit up, nigga, don't think that it's random
I hit ya block and dump the blicky out the Phantom (oh yeah, oh yeah)

Hit 'em out the Phantom (brrt, brrt)
Hit 'em out the Phantom
Hit 'em out the Phantom (huh, huh)

Oh, you said that you the big shotta, the don dadda
Boom, boom, shaka laka, meet this big choppa
Round of applause, make it clap, waka, waka
All that stupid nigga heard was, "Rra, rra, rra"

Get the drop, bend the block, get the chop, make it pop
If you see the cops, nigga, shh, don't make it hot
Red dot, green dot, put it on a nigga top
Red light, green light, we always on go, nigga

Stay with the pole, nigga, even on parole, nigga
Shawty sent the low, then we show up at the door, nigga
Bad bitch, suck me up, suck a nigga soul, nigga
How shе just tell me she a bitch whеn I just hit her?

Oh, you said sum'? Oh, you want Red Rum?
I got this Glocky on my hip, it's spittin' venom (frrt)
Oh, you got hit up, nigga, don't think that it's random
I hit ya block and dump the blicky out the Phantom (oh yeah, oh yeah)

Nigga, how you lose your bitch to a snitch?
I'm a one man army, I ain't never need a clique
I done came a long way from them bricks
I don't give a fuck, I'm making million dollars plays with these jit

Shit, it ain't like we 'bout to hit a lick
We going in on a verse, we ain't going in on a brick
And quit talking what you do, end some shit
It ain't no telling that was you, what you niggas woulda did

I gotta eat, I'm missing business with the streets
And my lil' girlfriend will be wondering a few millions sounds sweet
I gotta eat, I'm missing business with the streets
And my lil' girlfriend will be wondering a few millions sounds sweet (huh?)

Oh, you said sum'? Oh, you want Red Rum?
I got this Glocky on my hip, it's spittin' venom (frrt)
Oh, you got hit up, nigga, don't think that it's random
I hit ya block and dump the blicky out the Phantom (oh yeah, oh yeah)

Hit 'em out the Phantom (brrt, brrt)
Hit 'em out the Phantom
Hit 'em out the Phantom (huh)

Ando ready pa romperte
Échate pa allá, que la presión está caliente (eh)
Que en mi barrio ya he partío un par de dientes
Hablan de mí, pero no lo dicen de frente (eh)

Ando con los gánsters
Ando con un flow bien duro que no hay quien la aguante
Viral en toas las redes, pero la misma de antes
Y como dice Tego: "Calle pero elegante"

Suenan los shooter', shooter', shooter' por ahí (ah)
Te hacen "placa, placa, placa" alante de mí
Dizque tú eres un tipo que mata gente
Pero también hay gente que puede matarte a ti

Oh, you said sum'? Oh, you want Red Rum?
I got this Glocky on my hip, it's spittin' venom (frrt)
Oh, you got hit up, nigga, don't think that it's random
I hit ya block and dump the blicky out the Phantom (oh yeah, oh yeah)

Hit 'em out the Phantom (brrt, brrt)
Hit 'em out the Phantom
Hit 'em out the Phantom (huh, huh)



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Green, Bill K. Kapri, Daniel Hernandez, Oswaldo Jose Rangel, Albaro Lennier Mesa, Boris Arencibia, Mauro Silvino Bertran, Jorgina Guillermo Diaz, Tarik Luke Johnston, Roberto G Somoza
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