Be Quiet
Be quiet
Don't talk
Creep at the window,
You know that you stalk
Doubled up on my cup,
But I got the ice in my rocks
Hennessey poured in my liver,
I call it my therapy
I haven't smoked my blunt
In like a half of a century
I told her pause, stop, drop, and
Then she can roll
If I'm selling my fam
Then I'm selling my soul
Fuck what you thought
I stick by my words,
I never went and told
They just put him in a casket,
So I had to dig up a hole
I was called up for robbing
When I was back in Chicago
On the 63rd
They thought that I snitched,
Called me a bitch
But they just misheard
Looking at insta,
Seeing so many homies
Calling up on my death threats
My phone was ringing,
Unknown Number,
And guess what I heard Next
Be quiet, be quiet
Be quiet, be quiet
Be quiet, be quiet
Be quiet, be quiet
Fire on the show, I'm causing a riot
Doing my essay, the way I be writing
Opps are mad, I just be sliding
Hoes on my line? I will decline it
It's dark in the room so
I'm using a flashlight
I'm telling the story
So im getting my past right
Streets are cold,
But that is the hood life
Rock him to sleep
I'm telling him goodnight
I got the 45 and with Glock 9,
What the hell are you saying?
Speak up when you talk,
I wanna hear your banging,
I'm ganging
My opps die and so as their souls
That's my religion
My life is a flim, pass the chop so
That I can start drilling
Open my phone to see so many
Messages from all of my opps
I texted back 5 words and I said,
"How is that wifey huh?"
Securing the bag,
I know they jealous
Swerving in that benz
I be so reckless
Pulling up with glocks and
I'll snatch that fucking necklace
Hanging myself out to dry,
Now wonder that just I'm so breathless
Can't ever snitch,
"What's the word?"
Is there something you gotta tell us
Be quiet, be quiet
Be quiet, be quiet
Be quiet, be quiet
Be quiet, be Quiet
Fire on the show
I'm causing a riot
Doing my essay,
The way I be writing
Opps are mad,
I just be sliding
Hoes on my line?
I will decline it
Be quiet, be quiet
Be quiet, be Quiet
Be quiet, be quiet,
Be quiet, be Quiet
Fire on the show
I'm causing a riot
Doing my essay,
The way I be writing
Opps are mad,
I just be sliding
Hoes on my line?
I will decline it
Don't talk
Creep at the window,
You know that you stalk
Doubled up on my cup,
But I got the ice in my rocks
Hennessey poured in my liver,
I call it my therapy
I haven't smoked my blunt
In like a half of a century
I told her pause, stop, drop, and
Then she can roll
If I'm selling my fam
Then I'm selling my soul
Fuck what you thought
I stick by my words,
I never went and told
They just put him in a casket,
So I had to dig up a hole
I was called up for robbing
When I was back in Chicago
On the 63rd
They thought that I snitched,
Called me a bitch
But they just misheard
Looking at insta,
Seeing so many homies
Calling up on my death threats
My phone was ringing,
Unknown Number,
And guess what I heard Next
Be quiet, be quiet
Be quiet, be quiet
Be quiet, be quiet
Be quiet, be quiet
Fire on the show, I'm causing a riot
Doing my essay, the way I be writing
Opps are mad, I just be sliding
Hoes on my line? I will decline it
It's dark in the room so
I'm using a flashlight
I'm telling the story
So im getting my past right
Streets are cold,
But that is the hood life
Rock him to sleep
I'm telling him goodnight
I got the 45 and with Glock 9,
What the hell are you saying?
Speak up when you talk,
I wanna hear your banging,
I'm ganging
My opps die and so as their souls
That's my religion
My life is a flim, pass the chop so
That I can start drilling
Open my phone to see so many
Messages from all of my opps
I texted back 5 words and I said,
"How is that wifey huh?"
Securing the bag,
I know they jealous
Swerving in that benz
I be so reckless
Pulling up with glocks and
I'll snatch that fucking necklace
Hanging myself out to dry,
Now wonder that just I'm so breathless
Can't ever snitch,
"What's the word?"
Is there something you gotta tell us
Be quiet, be quiet
Be quiet, be quiet
Be quiet, be quiet
Be quiet, be Quiet
Fire on the show
I'm causing a riot
Doing my essay,
The way I be writing
Opps are mad,
I just be sliding
Hoes on my line?
I will decline it
Be quiet, be quiet
Be quiet, be Quiet
Be quiet, be quiet,
Be quiet, be Quiet
Fire on the show
I'm causing a riot
Doing my essay,
The way I be writing
Opps are mad,
I just be sliding
Hoes on my line?
I will decline it
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Writer(s): Cedrick Everett
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