Shaking

Wop
 Is this what you want?
 Tripplebeam caking, selling Caucasian
 20 missed calls man these fiends impatient
 Traphouse vacant, cook it like bacon
 No Parkinsons but my wrist be shaking
 Ass be shaking, shorty want Prada
 She gon' put in work she gon' give me that nana
 You don't get nada, dancing like Madonna
 She gon' turn up and it's all for them dollars
 Tripplebeam caking, selling Caucasian
 20 missed calls man these fiends impatient
 Traphouse vacant, cook it like bacon
 No Parkinsons but my wrist be shaking
 Ass be shaking, shorty want Prada
 She gon' put in work she gon' give me that nana
 You don't get nada, dancing like Madonna
 She gon' turn up and it's all for them dollars
 In the T house getting rich with my bitch
 I'm not the type to get rich and then switch
 I got big bags coming on the way, I don't miss
 Got em' big mad, niggas talking down but they bitch
 I'ma zig zag I'ma lose the cops on the strip
 On they bitch ass, I'ma do the dash real quick
 500 grams in that bag non-stick
 Streets turning up gotta walk with a stick
 She turning up and its all for them dollars
 Shifts at the Downer I pop up and holla
 She chasing commas, her friends chasing commas
 We all chasing commas, let's meet at my corners
 I'm different, I got these lil bitches butt naked stripping
 She want Dior now she acting all Christian
 I whip my wrist til it lock and it stiffen
 Splash it with water that dope going fishing
 Water, splash, I put my wrist in
 I see it long term, I still got the vision
 I told em' let's go, they still didn't listen
 They tryna call me, I'm still on a mission
 Wop, wop, you gonna miss it
 She pop that pussy like it's a prescription
 Bad lil vibe like she fresh out detention
 She pop that pussy like it's her profession
 Tripplebeam caking, selling Caucasian
 20 missed calls man these fiends impatient
 Traphouse vacant, cook it like bacon
 No Parkinsons but my wrist be shaking
 Ass be shaking, shorty want Prada
 She gon' put in work she gon' give me that nana
 You don't get nada, dancing like Madonna
 She gon' turn up and it's all for them dollars
 Tripplebeam caking, selling Caucasian
 20 missed calls man these fiends impatient
 Traphouse vacant, cook it like bacon
 No Parkinsons but my wrist be shaking
 Ass be shaking, shorty want Prada
 She gon' put in work she gon' give me that nana
 You don't get nada, dancing like Madonna
 She gon' turn up and it's all for them dollars
 Take a bad bitch on the road
 I'ma make the bag flip that's all I know
 And I got links on snow
 I'ma hot nigga wearing mink no snow
 She gon' drop it down bring it back up slow
 She an entertainer, she be putting on a show
 Shorty tryna suck up all my dough
 You ain't spending cash, what you calling for
 Put a bitch on pause I'ma stall these hoes
 She ain't fucking with a nigga with a little bankroll
 Tripplebeam and a couch, I was in that bando
 It was me, Grim and G with that little black phone
 Cut it out the wrap, I'ma put it on the stove man
 Tell me what you need, quarter, half, or the whole thing
 Big body whip, get a stash for the dope man
 Young nigga getting paid talking bout the dope game
 And I got bags on the way of that propane
 I ain't taking shorts my nigga, need the whole thing
 1008 grams my nigga, that's a whole thing
 Nigga can't steal my style, got my own lane
 And I got bags on the way of that propane
 I ain't taking shorts my nigga, need the whole thing
 1008 grams my nigga, that's a whole thing
 Nigga can't steal my style, need his own lane
 Tripplebeam caking, selling Caucasian
 20 missed calls man these fiends impatient
 Traphouse vacant, cook it like bacon
 No Parkinsons but my wrist be shaking
 Ass be shaking, shorty want Prada
 She gon' put in work she gon' give me that Nana
 You don't get nada, dancing like Madonna
 She gon' turn up and it's all for them dollars
 Tripplebeam caking, selling Caucasian
 20 missed calls man these fiends impatient
 Traphouse vacant, cook it like bacon
 No Parkinsons but my wrist be shaking
 Ass be shaking, shorty want Prada
 She gon' put in work she gon' give me that Nana
 You don't get nada, dancing like Madonna
 She gon' turn up and it's all for them dollars