Letra da Música Shakin Back de Kevin Gates

27 ounces, three 9 pieces I'm shaking back
My old hoe gon fuck on Sunday, can't wait for that
H town no fentanyl we dealing that
Rumors hit my top every minute I'm built for that
If I can pray there I can stay there I ain't scared of nothing
Your grandma stay there you gon lay there
Boy you just scared to hustle
Oh well really yeah I ain't ringing bells
And my neighborhood supplier just got out the Feds

[Verse 1]
I'm pissing clean for my P. O Imma living legend
Straight out the clip
Fuck every C. O who encountered Kevin
White people showing love
Niggas hating on me
Say they got a cake baked and they waiting on me
I went flat
Had to scratch
Woman skated on me
I pray 5 times a day I had to talk to God
In chicago going hard without a body guard
I'm in control and I'm controlling I'm a shot caller
Couple rappers but they names I am not calling
Y'all gotta pay up that their lease land lord
If you don't pay up what you order I'm not stakeholder
Rubber bands
Coming in

[Chorus]
27 ounces, three 9 pieces I'm shaking back
My old hoe gon fuck on Sunday, can't wait for that
H town no fentanyl we dealin that
Rumors hit my top every minute I'm built for that
If I can pray there I can stay there I ain't scared of nothing
Your grandma stay there you gon lay there
Boy you just scared to hustle
Oh well really yeah I ain't ringing bells
And my neighborhood supplier just got out the [?]

[Verse 2]
Say he broke the seal
Can I put it back on feet
And once he run it up he gonna put it back on me
He tell me all these things and get mad if I don't agree
Your habit is stronger than your hustle
Your hustle I don't believe
In jail I run into you know I go in there like [lump]
Wheezy changed forum
thought we would stay in touch
[?] hit the line when he call me
I'm finna come
I'm jumping out the rari
he think I don't gotta gun
Whats happening nigga?
Keep you something, If you not
I could take you uptown
and reach you something by the spot
I'm holding shop with shop gettin' held for me
You hanging by my trap
but you ain't ever sell nothing

[Chorus]
27 ounces, three 9 pieces I'm shaking back
My old hoe gon fuck on Sunday
can't wait for that
H town no [?]
Rumors hit my top every minute
I'm built for that
If I can pray there
I can stay there I ain't scared of nothing
Your grandma stay there you gon lay there
Boy you just scared to hustle
Oh well really yeah I ain't ringing bells
And my neighborhood supplier
just got out the Feds