[Intro: Akon & Kay Flock]
Elias Beatz
Hey ladies, drop it down (Grrah)
Just wanna see you touch the ground (Grrah, grrah-grrah)
Don't be shy girl, go Bananza (Grrah-grrah)
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Hey ladies, drop it down (Grrah)
Just wanna see you touch the ground (Grrah, grrah-grrah)
Don't be shy girl, go Bananza (Grrah-grrah)
Shake ya body like a belly dancer (Like, grrah)
[Verse 1: Kay Flock, Akon & Bory300]
Oh, we tryna bend on the oppas
Bitch, I'm with 300 'jects and some Flockas
Like, who hotter? Top shottas
Hoodie'd up, dread down like a Rasta
I'm Mr. Hang-Out-The-V
Tryna flock 'em, pop 'em, drop 'em (That boy— touch the ground)
If we don't got the—, we gon' hop 'em
Bory hop out wit' the—, tryna chop 'em (Grrah-grrah, boom)
[Verse 2: Bory300 & Dougie B]
Talk on brodie, we spin for a week
Slide with Kay, only spin for V's (Word to my mothеr)
Got a lil' thottie that holdin' my beam
Fuck that lil' boy who got left in that V (Rah, Rah)
Slidе with two chop's, it's like thirty in each
I been fiendin' and itchin' to catch a YG
And if he bunny hop, he get left in the scene (Grrah-grrah)
Nesty a bitch, nigga begged on his knees (Grrah)
[Verse 3: Dougie B]
Bitch, it's 300, DOA, blow for the guys
I'm on go for the guys, smoke a O with the guys
Bitch, I hang out the V with the pole, let it fly
They keep dissin' like I ain't get back, don't know why
Bitch, I'm GBG, word to your dead, word to mines
Talk on Nazzy and Berry, you must wanna die
Talk on JayRipk and 'jects but what happened to—?
We don't mention that boy who got turned into za'
[Chorus: Bory300 & Dougie B]
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
I'm with the Flockas, I bet she get naked
Walk with the 'Migos and Henny, no chasin', like
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
I'm with the Flockas, I bet she get naked
Shorty, she buggin', she want me to spank it, like
[Verse 4: Mula Gzz]
And they know who the fuck the top oppas
Slide through the T's with like 300 Flockas
I told Dougie and Kay, “Stay behind us” (Grrah-grrah)
Bory gon' empty it and handle the problem (Grrah-grrah)
And, that nigga a bitch, he got shot up (He got what?)
Gunna keep talking and can't show a dollar (Like, what?)
Fuck that, catch him and mix him with grabba (Like, fuck that)
Fuck that, catch him and mix him with grabba (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Where he at? I’m tryna find him
Smooch' get the drop, I'ma get her to line 'em (Smoochie)
Throw up four, catch a shot to your knocker
Shorty be buggin', she want me to pop it
And that boy a bitch, nigga, stop it (Like, what?)
When you get shot for that shit you be droppin'
RPTK, know they don’t be on nothin' (RPTK)
Catch a eight-o and throw eight at his muffin
Like, don’t diss (Don’t diss)
They know who went out like Trip
That’s a headshot when Rah-Rah got hit (Rah, Rah)
How you still in the gang with no hit? (Like)
Ain't did shit, like boy, I'm tellin' you, quit (Grrah-grrah)
And Lil Cappa'll tweak with the stick (Grrah-grrah)
That boy a demon, might run in your crib (Grrah-grrah)
[Outro: Akon & Mula Gzz]
Grrah-grrah
Grrah-grrah, boom
Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don't be shy girl, go Bananza
Shake ya' body like a belly dancer