Quakin'

Hold my drink, now wait a minute

The mode is blank and man I’m in it

I’m shell and must release the tension

So bitch don’t kill my vibe like kendrick

Give a player some room, I need it

This contender can’t be defeated

Trying to block my shots, you petty

I hustle and ball you scared and sweaty

A big body benz would make my heart flutter, but a old school chevy could probably make me stutter

Got a fetish for wheels but foreign ain’t on my list

I’d rather drop a big block and put some paint on the bitch

Take her shopping for shoes and get that footwork popping

Make her drop her ass low and then come through squatting

I see different commodes, but drop the same old shit

Funk it up and they say Vator you ain’t changed a bit, I tell em

Money don’t make a player, I make it

Bags on bags, it came from quaking

Crank the stove, it’s hot, I’m baking

Check my phone, it’s on and quacking

I gotta quake

At the corner store

Quake, on the highway

Quake, sunday at the park

Quake, on a Friday

Quake, pull up at your party

Quake, in the first place

Quake, like it’s California

Quake, make the earth shake

Fake gone chill with fake, that’s phony

I can’t fuck with 'em I’d rather be lonely

Crabs don’t grab you out the bucket

Rats gone take their tail and tuck it

I never disguised or lied to kick it

You secret admires despise, but dig it

Don’t want your love, it ain’t authentic

Don't need it, so keep it, don’t show it, don’t send it

I been on it since the sixth grade

Peeping what this game is

Sharp as a switch blade

See straight through the lame shit

N****s acting prepaid

I just call em straight talk

Jay be dropping heat waves

Pimping that’s a cakewalk

Man I'ma show you what streets steady missing

Can’t no microwave cook a beat in my kitchen