Fabolous - Shook Ones (Freestyle) lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

Yeah, DJ Clue?

To all the killers & the hundred dolla billers

Ha-ha, to real niggas who ain't go no feelings

Check it out now, yeah

(Verse)

U gotta fuck wit my realness

I'm sick wit it like I'm stuck wit a illness

It ain't luck that I'm still rich

Just more reason for me to tuck & conceal this

Ur boi might have to hit a fuck nigga kill switch

Snap right back to me standing in the projects

Bakin' soda, boxes son handing me the Pyrex

We was small then, but the plan was to be 5x

The world is urs plan, but, man, I need that Nas Lex

SC 400, that's all ur boi wanted

And the light skinned shorty from next do' that's fronting

She couldn't see that I was that next boi or sumething

Maybe I just needed to flex more or sumething

Now I hit that fuckin' Rolex store for nothing

And I could teach niggas, give lectures on stunting

And if I need a bitch, I could text urs or sumething

Then she don't see me the next tour tour or sumething

Shit crazy right, imagine me when I was twenty three

Riding through Brooklyn, realizing it's only one of me

Notice that I'm who the wannabes want to be

It feeling like all of y'all don't want none of me

In this kitchen, step back & watch the chef cook

My corner told me, counter jabs wit a left hook

And give me mine, u don't want to see my stress look

I drive through wit the mask, lookin' like Westbrook

Cash me out, for the twenty Gs I'm in there

Now multiply it by how many times I been here

Forty Gs for the show wit the in-ears

Dog, I ain't hit a ATM in ten years

There's a difference in getting money & got money

I'm just a winner wit a pocket full of pot money

I ain't judging, baby, go & get that t.h.o.t. money

U betta stay for a rainy day when it's not sunny

U know niggas change just like the weather

Get in one argument & just like, whateva

Meet a new bitch who look just whoeva

People saying, wasn't they just, like, together?

My bitch ass feel so soft just like my leather

Got a good head on her, I just like 'em clever

This life foreva, fuck the lame, mad shit

U wouldn't look this good in the same ass fit

I'll give it to u niggas on sum' AIM Blast shit

Then give it to ur sons on sum' Dame Dash shit, boi

U niggas ain't bosses anyway, a 9 to 5 beat a 10 to life any day

(Hook)

Get ur money cause ain't no thing as halfway crooks

U scared to death, u scared to look

U shook cause ain't no thing as halfway crooks

U scared to death, u scared to look

U shook cause ain't no thing as halfway crooks

U scared to death, u scared to look

U shook cause ain't no thing as halfway crooks