Backwood Biddy - Shakedown Street (feat. Christopher Vause) Lyrics

Love to shake it on Shakedown Street
Used to be the heart of town
Love to shake it on Shakedown Street
(Shake it, Shake it)
Used to be the heart of town
(Used to be the heart of town)
Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart
(Don't tell me, you ain't even gotta tell me)
You just gotta look around
(You just gotta look around)
When I pulled up to the block
She was waiting outside
I told her hop up in the whip
We bout to go for a ride
I got the windows rolled down
Got a blunt in my mouth
I be blowing out clouds
Passing her daddy's house
He said you trippin
You had better leave that nigga behind
If you don't leave him
Then I'll come and whoop that niggas behind
So I scrolled down the block
Seen my nigga, what's up
He said he got this lil lick
He gon gimme a cut
So then he hopped up in the ride
Left that bitch right behind
No I ain't trippin
I'd prolly pick you up by tonight
So now we scrollin down Priest
Man I look like a beast
I got this black and yellow on me
Man I came from the east
I just be eating these beats
I always win, no defeat
Man the way they lookin at me
They be lookin like fiends
Aye, this that funky shakedown
Bang this shit around town
No I ain't playin, tell them niggas
Better gimme the crown
Love to shake it on Shakedown Street
(Shake it, Shake it)
Used to be the heart of town
(Used to be the heart of town)
Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart
(Don't tell me, you ain't even gotta tell me)
You just gotta look around
(You just gotta look around)
I pull up then I slide
Bluefaces in my pocket
Thotiana wanna ride
Bust it down for the 5, 2 0
I'm the next big thang, you already know
No pillow talk, I'm grown and it show
You all talk, women gossiping on the low
I pull up, just to make you take that long road home
Y'all f*cking with that midget, we only smoke that top shelf dro
You creepin' with no headlights, my anxiety on swole
Heard sirens and I started trippin'
Got some weed on me man, should I start dippin'
He already behind you, f*ck it, just face it
Car stolen, no tags nor registration
Lace up my shoes in my mind, man I'm pacin'
Swallow the blunt, f*ck a charge, Yeah I I'm racin'
He could do the dash, we can see if he can last
Got a heater in the stash, if he push me let It blast
Love to shake it on Shakedown Street
(Shake it, Shake it)
Used to be the heart of town
(Used to be the heart of town)
Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart
(Don't tell me, you ain't even gotta tell me)
You just gotta look around
(You just gotta look around)