STFU (feat. Kxllswxtch)
MTM, hit 'em with the heat
Please, please, please, shut the fuck up
Please, shut the fuck—
Hey
Please, shut the fuck up
Bitch, shut the fuck up
Hey, shut the fuck up
Ayy, I'm 'bout to turn this shit up
Please, shut the fuck up
Bitch, shut the fuck up
Hey, shut the fuck up
Ayy, I'm 'bout to turn this shit up
Bitch I keep it funky baby tell me what's your name?
I can tell you not from 'round here, you don't speak my cities slang
Quick to make a pussy oochie wally, imma up the chiddy bang
I got brothers in my city that'll knock your fitted off your frame
Quit your bitchin' you been trippin' off the scripts and raw cocaine
Only living when my mom and daddy visit in my brain
I been livid since they left so I profit off the pain
I see bitches all around me but I tell them all the same shit
Please, shut the fuck up
Bitch, shut the fuck up
Hey, shut the fuck up
Ayy, I'm 'bout to turn this shit up
Please, shut the fuck up
Bitch, shut the fuck up
Hey, shut the fuck up
Ayy, I'm 'bout to turn this shit up
Seven-figure millionaire, finger in the air
For my enemies in arm, reach out, practice my right to bear
Keep it up, AK-47 have you shit your underwear
ALL BUT 6 the set I rep until I take my final breath
I bet you bitches ain't on shit, I got an army ready to die for me
Baby Bone, don't bother me, don't say another word
I'm drunk as fuck, I'm doin' eighty, I just hit the curb
Hop outta the whip with a broken wrist and I'm still flippin' the bird
Please, shut the fuck up
Bitch, shut the fuck up
Hey, shut the fuck up
Ayy, I'm 'bout to turn this shit up
Please, shut the fuck up (Yeah)
Bitch, shut the fuck up (Yeah, yeah)
Hey, shut the fuck up (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, I'm 'bout to turn this shit up (Yeah, uh)
Stress pilin' up to my chest, psychin' me,
Got demons takin' over my back, (uh)
Stick too big for the function,
So I brought the blade with me, Samurai Jack
Okay, I dive in the pussy, Golbat, shit,
Lil shawty wanna lick on my tatts, (uh)
If you wanna cross like asterisk, turn 'em to ash, (uh)
Hop out that tank, ready, aim at your brains, boy
I die for my clique, if it's up, then it's stand, boy
Stick got a silencer equipped, it don't make noise
Bitch, come and suck on my dick, let her face God
Please, shut the fuck up
Bitch, shut the fuck up
Hey, shut the fuck up
Ayy, I'm 'bout to turn this shit up
Please, shut the fuck up
Bitch, shut the fuck up
Hey, shut the fuck up
Ayy, I'm 'bout to turn this shit up
Please, please, please, shut the fuck up
Please, shut the fuck—
Hey
Please, shut the fuck up
Bitch, shut the fuck up
Hey, shut the fuck up
Ayy, I'm 'bout to turn this shit up
Please, shut the fuck up
Bitch, shut the fuck up
Hey, shut the fuck up
Ayy, I'm 'bout to turn this shit up
Bitch I keep it funky baby tell me what's your name?
I can tell you not from 'round here, you don't speak my cities slang
Quick to make a pussy oochie wally, imma up the chiddy bang
I got brothers in my city that'll knock your fitted off your frame
Quit your bitchin' you been trippin' off the scripts and raw cocaine
Only living when my mom and daddy visit in my brain
I been livid since they left so I profit off the pain
I see bitches all around me but I tell them all the same shit
Please, shut the fuck up
Bitch, shut the fuck up
Hey, shut the fuck up
Ayy, I'm 'bout to turn this shit up
Please, shut the fuck up
Bitch, shut the fuck up
Hey, shut the fuck up
Ayy, I'm 'bout to turn this shit up
Seven-figure millionaire, finger in the air
For my enemies in arm, reach out, practice my right to bear
Keep it up, AK-47 have you shit your underwear
ALL BUT 6 the set I rep until I take my final breath
I bet you bitches ain't on shit, I got an army ready to die for me
Baby Bone, don't bother me, don't say another word
I'm drunk as fuck, I'm doin' eighty, I just hit the curb
Hop outta the whip with a broken wrist and I'm still flippin' the bird
Please, shut the fuck up
Bitch, shut the fuck up
Hey, shut the fuck up
Ayy, I'm 'bout to turn this shit up
Please, shut the fuck up (Yeah)
Bitch, shut the fuck up (Yeah, yeah)
Hey, shut the fuck up (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, I'm 'bout to turn this shit up (Yeah, uh)
Stress pilin' up to my chest, psychin' me,
Got demons takin' over my back, (uh)
Stick too big for the function,
So I brought the blade with me, Samurai Jack
Okay, I dive in the pussy, Golbat, shit,
Lil shawty wanna lick on my tatts, (uh)
If you wanna cross like asterisk, turn 'em to ash, (uh)
Hop out that tank, ready, aim at your brains, boy
I die for my clique, if it's up, then it's stand, boy
Stick got a silencer equipped, it don't make noise
Bitch, come and suck on my dick, let her face God
Please, shut the fuck up
Bitch, shut the fuck up
Hey, shut the fuck up
Ayy, I'm 'bout to turn this shit up
Please, shut the fuck up
Bitch, shut the fuck up
Hey, shut the fuck up
Ayy, I'm 'bout to turn this shit up
Credits
Writer(s): Michele Scatamacchia, Kevin Pouya, Vivo, Southstrip, Kxllswxtc
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