Fredo Bang ft. BIG30 - Shake-N-Bake Lyrics

(Roll the dice, Richie)
(KJ let the beat knock)

First we get the drop
Then we light a block up
Hit 'em in the street
Clear the scene before the cops come
Mmm, mmm, mmm

I put 30 in my Glock and put 100 in my Draco
My youngin' caught on one, I flew him out and told him lay low
To get a nigga goin' I press a button like a remote
I give a nigga stitches he a bitch, I call him Lilo
I don't fuck with rappers, most of these bitch ass niggas too fake
Trappin', jackin', rapping ,most of my niggas get it a few ways
Clapping 'bout that action, ain't no telling who I'm gon' shoot today
My house be full of fuckin' killers I ain't got no room to hate
Word around town they talkin' down, they want the enemy
I gotta smash but I ain't beggin', ain't got the energy
He smoked your thug I wrote a check, we friends with benefits
Got a big bag now she want Santa up her chimney, yeah

One kill, two kills, I cannot feel
Three kills, four kills, I'm off the pain pills
Five kills, six kills, I'm outside of your crib
Seven, eight, the feds on us
Gotta shake and bake

At 18, I touched 20 racks, thought I was rich as fuck
Before 19 had a hundred racks, I had to put it up
I turned 20 tons to quarter mil', I told mama its up
At 21, I touched a whole mil' and they thought I was bluffin'
Half a million worth of cars and I got 250 on ice
I go everywhere with my shit, and off the rip not tryna fight
Let a nigga touch his diamonds, he get hit up with the rifle
You just got back and get away, you still gon' die, that's on the Bible
You know Fredo that's my brudda, can't wait 'til Lil' YoYo back
Known for runnin' niggas down, slammin' one hunnids and photo cap
I can call a play and up the score, BIG30 the quarterback
I'm slidin' in a bulletproof Cadillac, killer trail me in the Track'

One kill, two kills, I cannot feel
Three kills, four kills, I'm off the pain pills
Five kills, six kills, I'm outside of your crib
Seven, eight, the feds on us
Gotta shake and bake

One kill, two kills, I cannot feel
Three kills, four kills, I'm off the pain pills
Five kills, six kills, I'm outside of your crib
Seven, eight, the feds on us
Gotta shake and bake

You know Fredo that's my brudda, can't wait 'til Lil' YoYo back
Known for runnin' niggas down, slammin' one hunnids and photo cap
I can call a play and up the score, BIG30 the quarterback
I'm slidin' in a bulletproof Cadillac, killer trail me in the Track' (brr)