Shut 'Em Up

I had to run it up, yeah
I had to run it up
I had to run it up
Yeah, there it go
Aye, aye

I had to run it up
I put my neck on line just so we can spend time
I don't feel like you've done enough
That nigga cappin', he ain't got the time or the funds
That nigga ain't one of us
I keep the fashion, that shit is my passion
I'm sauced with that Burberry button up
The ops tryna figure out how we gon' shut 'em up

Know anybody
I feel like I don't know anybody
On my own, I don't owe anybody
I just wanna be rich like I'm Roddy
I been kicking shit like its karate
Zooming 'round in that black Maserati
I been heating up, Scotty 2 Hotty
Ima shit on these niggas like potty, yeah

Back up
I been running 'round, running 'round town
Tryna get my sack up
I push the iron like I'm on bench press
Cause I gotta get racks up
I treat the money like leggo my eggo
You know that I gotta go stack up
You slowing down, I'm speeding up
You playing 'round but I'm serious as fuck
I'm moving on, but you stuck
Look at you stuck in the muck
Nigga, this skill, it ain't luck
Only time that I'm gon' play
Is when I got on my Comme des chucks
I heard that she is a freak from the east
I call her Milwaukee buck

I had to run it up
I put my neck on line just so we can spend time
I don't feel like you've done enough
That nigga cappin', he ain't got the time or the funds
That nigga ain't one of us
I keep the fashion, that shit is my passion
I'm sauced with that Burberry button up
The ops tryna figure out how we gon' shut 'em up

Shut 'em up, how do we do it
Nigga you can't, Ima keep dropping music
Making and listening real therapeutic
I'm 'bout to blossom and sprout like a tulip
That lil' nigga think he hiding
Nigga, you ain't that elusive
They gon' go back to the basics
But I think that I outgrew it
I'm doing shit and you still tryna do it
Don't ask for help, when I gave, you ain't use it
I showed you love and you went and abused it
Gave you my heart and you beat it and bruised it
She back me down in the post, I'm Malone
Pass it to bro like that shit a baton
Gotta get cheese, blue or that provolone
Getting that paper is all I condone

I had to run it up
I put my neck on line just so we can spend time
I don't feel like you've done enough
That nigga cappin', he ain't got the time or the funds
That nigga ain't one of us
I keep the fashion, that shit is my passion
I'm sauced with that Burberry button up
The ops tryna figure out how we gon' shut 'em up

Know anybody
I feel like I don't know anybody
On my own, I don't owe anybody
I just wanna be rich like I'm Roddy
I been kicking shit like its karate
Zooming 'round in that black Maserati
I been heating up, Scotty 2 Hotty
Ima shit on these niggas like potty, yeah



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Writer(s): Bob Chukwuebuka
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