Like STFU Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, n***a, yeah, it's him

Pretty guy, turn guy, don't get burned guy

Ha, ha, ha, turn guy, don't get burned guy

Ha, ha, turn guy, don't get burned guy

N***a, turn guy, don't get burned guy

Runnin' through the low to them fast, that's why I love my fiends

I'm the real dumper, I'm the plug, I be sellin' diamonds

I ain't tryna have no conversation, we ain't talkin' women

I'm a real shooter, spot a model, I might just drop the team

And I'm a real big on the court, boy, call me Kareem

I can't even smoke no dead runs, so I been sippin' lean

Feel like a junkie, I been doin' it since the sixth league

Man, you ain't tryna play no ball for real, so please don't tempt me

And please don't think I'm lyin', I'm off the hip, if you hit me

I'm not tryna hit your damn legs, you goin' six feet

I'm on the way, dawg

Cross the ball, hell yeah, I'm lookin' crisp

Taste my toxic, bitch, hell yeah, I know you miss me

I be really in my movement, I be gettin' mad

You ain't heard all my damn songs, but I can never tell you

Come on over, man, movin' dumb, bumps in the shelves

We just pulled up on the juke, shit, pass the scales

Pass me that digi, breakin' niggas that be in us

Oh, you ain't know, man, I use the chop because it go surround

Your bitch keep playin' on my phone, I might just dick her, burn

Put that down, back to his ass, watch how I sit him down

Throw the lob up, I'm like Morant, cause I'm off the glass

Baby girl, your nigga is a bum and all I treat is liquor

If he on that road, they flick the mic, so you better push the gas

If I'm in your car to book in here, you better do the dash

I just hit the plug up again, I run through the stash

Got my server out here sellin' G's, man, just do the task

Do the low so much, man, we gotta get a bigger box

Gotta get a bigger box, steps, I put them on the floor

And if you on that tip, just hit my jack, nigga, let me know

It's really up with the dams, opps ain't talkin' bout the stamp

I ain't lost no damn, memories thick, you lost like flight flight

I'm in here trippin', if you on, you might just lose your frame

You think you runnin' off, man, you a dummy, I am not, no

Nigga, I take my own man's stick if he don't blow his coat

I do not take the opps serious, all them niggas hoes

Cut me as a fuck, don't got no motion and don't got no pulse

I talk the jigs, just hit my beepers, nigga, really in your dreams

You would think I'm deeper creeper, it's Big Shiesty on the beat

Yo, nigga, bump into your speaker, you better watch your damn mouth

Cause I run around with tweakers, nigga

Man, we the youngest, turn the round, I bet the G-Lock put you down

Up that Glock, don't make a sound, that's how I put you in the ground

Nigga, a lot of niggas got they face busted

Can't lock broke guys, nigga, you need to shut up