Taste (Make It Shake) [Hooligan Hefs & Nerve Remix] Aitch (Ft. Hooligan Hefs & Nerve)

[Chorus: Aitch]
Show 'em, baby, how you flex and make it shake
All that back and pretty face, gal, I'm tryna get a taste
I'm just bopping, give a fuck who's in the place
Gucci buckle with the snake, but my hoodie looking BAPE
Show 'em, baby, how you flex and make it shake
All that back and pretty face, gal, I'm tryna get a taste
I'm just bopping, give a fuck who's in the place
Gucci buckle with the snake, but my hoodie looking BAPE

[Verse 1: Aitch]
Show 'em, baby, how you flex and make it bounce
Make it drop, it’s getting hot, should we be waking up the house?
Fuck it, keep it up; I know you love it when you're loud
But if we hear the door knocking, we can't make another sound
Love my bruddahs, that's for life, I know my family got me
Couple bitches, couple haters, couple brands are on me
Leave me be, I live my life with fucking cameras on me
Do my thing; I'm setting pace, go tell a man to stop me
Couple bruddahs got a job, a couple buy and sell
Grew up sliding 'round in north Manny, you can kinda tell
If you see me with a girl, my chick be looking fly as well
Louis V creps and the belt, but the bag's Chanel
Had a rest and then I had to step the levels up
Got it in my head that I'm the best, so I ain't stressing much
I ain't on the fake shit, so I ain't gonna beg for love
Gally love me anyway, Big Shelly and I wet it up