shhhh Lyrics

Somebody come and help him, brodie trippin' off a pill

I'm always setting plays, but I ain't into making deals

You talkin' onna net and that's the shit that get you (shhhh)

Ain't worried bout these bitches, I'm just tryna make a mill

I don't get it, how he livin', man it really got me tweakin (bitch)

I gave her a good dick, now she talkin' bout she need it

Got me feelin' like SZA, try to hit it every weekend

I been making hella moves, I'm the topic of the season

I'm a tweaker for the pape, every day it got me fiening

Finna have a nigga mournin', I ah see you in the evening

I'm smiling like a bitch, cause of the litty I was chiefing

I'm bout to fuck his bitch, she got me geekin' for no reason

I'm bout to tweak this bitch, I get to geekin' for a reason

I'm done resignin' hoes I'm droppin' contracts for the season

I'm bout to get a litty, got me smilin' for the weekend

Lil' bitchy on my dick, she tryna get a nigga semen

All that talk up on the net, you niggas fakin' all that beefin

Bout to call my bitchy finna have that coochie queefing

The way she throw it on me, shit, I thought she was a demon

She had me goin' crazy, how I end up on the deep end

My nigga Jai hit me up, he like, Ced, where we on?

We tweakin' on this bitch, just like we doin' every song

32 up on my hip, now I shoot like Karl Malone

Lil' bitch a lil' freak, she tryna do it to my song

Man, this nigga off a perc, can't understand that nigga bro

Dawg, the way she give me neck, she had me curlin' up my toes

The way yo bitch give me neck, I had to pull out my phone

In the rango, bitch, I'm chiefing, bitch, my litty got me blowed

I ain't tryna cuff, you a tuck, bitch play your role

Fit five bands, niggas ask, I tell them Jon Jones

Glock 19 hold 9, this my lil' Rondo

Catch a jac, big cuz, in the field like Ronaldo

Thick bitch in the party, I'm just calling iso

Eatin' off the wells, niggas think my name was John Doe

You a simp nigga, tryna buy a bitch a fuckin' Birkin

Stop talkin' bout the future, bitch, I'm tryna see you naked

Thot bitch, from the seven, I'm just tryna see you shake it

I'm just tryna see you shake it, shakey butt, just just throw it back

We ain't in the club lil baby, brother tryna throw that cash

Oh, you say you want that back, cuz, finna up that mag

He did it once, I did it back, shit, I guess we playing tag

These niggas can't fuck with us, and all you bitches really mad

Turn shit all summer, now back to school, that shit is trash

I'm on different shit, I'm cooling, gettin' back up in my bag

All that talking fake tough, you niggas really goin' all sad

Y'all be doin' this and that, that shit don't really make me mad

Finna wrap this shit up now, cause I'm done, nigga, finished

Let me head up outta here, and let they ass do the dishes