Stfu

(Helluva made this beat, baby)

I got a hundred on this bitch, I don't miss often, for real
Back to back 'Cats, I don't miss walkin'
Come get your bitch off me, I'm known for shit talkin'
I'm known for script bustin'

Ain't no iffy, yeah, that bitch fuckin'
Get money, ayy, that's all I ever knew
You got a dollar on that bitch, you better shoot
(You got a dollar on that bitch, you better shoot)

Ayy

Thousand grams in the pot, thousand beans down the way
Thousand-gram Cuban on my neck, 'Dweller, fuck a Patek
And your bitch, she gon' fuck for a check
When you say it, say my name with some fuckin' respect

All these losses I done took, I appreciate the wins
When your car cost two hundred, you appreciate the Benz
Had a threesome with my bitch, I appreciate her friends
Cooper Street to my hood, we gon' keep it in the fam, nigga

Gettin' chicken, I ain't never been a ham, nigga
Got it out the mud, I ain't never did a scam, nigga
R.I.P. to all the fallen soldiers, free the fam, nigga
Shut the fuck up if you ain't got a hundred bands, nigga

Ayy, shut the fuck up if you can't move a hundred grams, nigga
I'm the man in here, residue on all the pans in here
Shit get ran in here, bitch, I done blew a hundred bands this year (let's go)
Ain't no cappin', if I get fucked up, bitch, it ain't no rappin'

It's all action, if we gon' do it, do it with a passion
We ain't just rappin', we state the facts like we dispatchin'
These niggas dick suckin', they ridin' waves like a crew captain
Niggas lost they way 'cause within months, we done blew past 'em

Put these niggas on they back, get these boys a coffin
They ain't got no money, have 'em take it out the church offering
Left a hole in the nigga head like a sea dolphin
Every nigga in my team want bodies like an auction

Yeah, Glock 40, homie, I do no talking
Ten bands on your head, have my bro off you
Yeah, ayy, I only fuck with real niggas
6 Mile, East Warren, I'm with real hitters

Yeah, clout chasing, nigga, get your bitch fucked
On my way to Western U to get my dick sucked
Bitch head so weak, can't get my dick up
Yeah, I don't want your bitch, come pick your bitch up

Bitch dick suckin'
Heard I shoot trips and swipe hair for bitches
Play with toys, rap, and get 'bows in, merry Christmas
Niggas know who to play with, ain't gotta tell these niggas
Hanging out the window, get to blowing like an air conditioner

Fuck it, hop out with that ratchet like the man on Cheaters
All these ratchets, all these punches, feel like Jerry Springer
Can't name one bitch I can't fuck
Slow down, baby girl, when you suck it, ain't no rush

Bitch say she got a nigga, she look single through these buffs
Did a hoink on that nigga, that shit really came in clutch
'Bout to pull up, rock a nigga's shit like he stuck
If it ain't 'bout no money, nigga, shut the fuck up, nigga

A thousand beans in her pussy, have your bitch stuffed
30 racks on this Rollie, this bitch lit up
A nigga reach for this bitch, get his shit crushed
20 bottles on the way, light this bitch up

A nigga speakin' on my name, got his bitch fucked
I got some 6 Mile hoes, get your bitch jumped
If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, shut the fuck up
(If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, shut the fuck up)

(If it ain't 'bout no money, nigga shut the fuck up, nigga)
(Shut the fuck up if you ain't got a hundred bands, nigga)
(If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, shut the fuck up)
(Ayy, shut the fuck up if you can't move a hundred grams, nigga)

(If it ain't 'bout no money, nigga, shut the fuck up, nigga)
(Nigga, shut the fuck up if you ain't got a hundred bands, nigga)
(If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, shut the fuck up)
(Ayy, shut the fuck up if you can't move a hundred grams, nigga)



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Writer(s): Raquel Granger
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