Bitch shake that ass like I’m Too Short/And that bitch spendin’ cash like it’s a new sport/I’m in the bitch blowin’ gas like it’s a new sport/Ball so hard that I need two courts
from Shake It Fast lyrics by Rae Sremmurd
Greasy bodega rap that carries nothing but dusty, canned lyrics and bad mojo. The beat is dingy and menacing, full of ire and rage. An ear full of mildew. It clashes against the lyrics which are meant to rouse the spirits, the complete lack of hype only magnifying the deficiencies. Young ballers talking skill but lacking the fundamentals to even get on the court. D-league role players, at best.
