SHHH ft. TrickyRick Lyrics

(Shhh)

(Shut the fuck up, bitch. Shu-Shut up, shut up, uh)

Buddy better hush up

I chill with four-leaf clover, better get your luck up

Really love your set, then show love man, throw that shit up

I keep adding to this plate, like it's dim sum

Lil' buddy 40 watt, he a dim one

Man, fuck your lil' ass drill, I hit big licks

This a damn lamb truck, this a big whip

I said shut up lil' nigga, go and get rich

So you can go and throw money on his favorite bitch (HA)

Plug hit me, said, "nigga do you need this?"

Bitch I'm pluggin' outta town, with my three fifths

Bitch I'm thuggin' at a show, with my preme-fit

I said, fuck yo two cents, you can keep it

(Buddy better shhh)

I keep that fire, keep that knock up on my hip

(Shhh)

He need to shut up, I could get him fuckin' hit

(Shhh)

I keep that fire, keep that knock up on my hip

(Shhh)

He need to shut up, I could get him fuckin' hit

Buddy better hush up

I chill with four-leaf clover, better get your luck up

Really love your set, then show love man, throw that shit up

I keep adding to this plate, like it's dim sum

Lil' buddy 40 watt, he a dim one

All the shawties in my car, went to Chinatown

She ain't listen to my music, but she like me now

Got a new AP, and I iced it out

She wanna give me hella coochie, but she do it for clout

Niggas talking hella shit, got poop in they mouths

That bitch must be Amber Heard, why there poop on my couch?

I was smokin' on a doobie, while I chill in the lounge

The bitch want it in her booty, she be liftin' her gown

The bitch want it in her booty, told her turn it around

I been raw-doggin' the bitch, the bitch called me a hound

I told the bitch pipe down, while I was pipin' her down

I hit her at the right angle, she was getting too loud

The king of punching in the LB, better give me a crown

Lay his face on the cement,I lay his ass on the ground

They ain't knowing where I'm staying , exes asking me now

Bitch, delete them old pics while they still in yo cloud

Know a bitch from the North, know a bitch from the South

Ho can't talk shit, with my dick in her mouth

Nigga said he want the fade, but he chickening it out

I hit a slant, then a fade, Imma hit my route

Lil shawty wanna see it, Imma whip it out

Not my dick, that's a Glock, thought you'd know by now

He gon' die, he gon' leak, taking foe-five rounds

Buddy better hush up

I chill with four-leaf clover, better get your luck up

Really love your set, then show love man, throw that shit up

I'll keep adding to this plate, like it's dim sum

Lil' buddy 40 watt, he a dim one

I keep that fire, keep that knock upon my hip

He need to shut up, I could get this nigga hit

I keep that fire, keep that knock up on my hip (ah)

You need to shut up, I could get this nigga hit (ah-ah)