STFU ft. Xzayvier Lyrics

You on the outside lookin in

She in the section with us

She told you look but don't touch

She give me head like a brush

We all got our own we ain't passing the Dutch

Don't you think that it's weird that you huddle for blunts

Why would you tell me I'm doing too much

Probably mad cuz I'm spending a paycheck on lunch

Life was whooping my ass but I take a good punch

I had it, I lost it, then tripled back up

We gon' always be str8 don't you worry bout us

I be dressing so clean with that dirt in my cup

On a winning streak and pressing my luck

I'm addicted to money I can't get enough

Keep her around cuz she freaky as fuck

When I'm counting money bae shut the fuck up

Shut the fuck up

Shut the fuck up

Shut the fuck up

When I'm counting money bae shut the fuck up

Shut the fuck up

Shut the fuck up

Shut the fuck up

When I'm counting money bae shut the fuck up

It's always a loser that's running his mouth

Don't even know what he talkin about

Racing my goons I be hawkin' 'em down cuz the first one to make it gon' run in his house

trynna be peaceful just roll out the pound

And the za screaming loud ain't no turning it down

You was on my nerves but you irking me now

That how laid out face down on the ground

We ain' hear what u said that's a sneak diss

Bad bitch and she gimme head like a retwist

She don't even use her hands when she slurp it

All my friends are dead on some Lil Uzi Vert shit

They think I'm shoplifting my pockets is stuffed

You get no points when you talk like you tough

I was right in your face I AINT JOHN CENA bruh

If you ain't running up you can shut the fuck up

Shut the fuck up

Shut the fuck up

Shut the fuck up

If you aint running up you can shut the fuck up

Shut the fuck up

Shut the fuck up

Shut the fuck up

If you aint running up you can shut the fuck up

Too many rumors from niggas with roommates they pullin out stacks with no blue faces

Errbody trap now they move weight These Hoes got the pack like a suitcase

Who fake? Errbody two faced Errbody shoelace untied trippin on bullshit

They talkin outta they neck They only loud on the net

The money power respect my scripture Empty the magazine on the scene when I press the issue

Issa mental illness they convinced the realest ones…

Be on the app wit the cap for real they bums…

Owing the plug and every hoe in the club say if you don't cash out then they ain't showin no love

Yall rappin bout shit I did way back when On the moon from the shrooms when I made that trend

Tryna pull a back door but you say that's twin They tried to use me for views but it ain't happenin

Now breath in Breathe out You want smoke get ya candles blew out

Knowin im the man you a fan cool out Runnin yall mouth finna make me lose count ion lose shit

Who's this poppin out tryna get clout next My shit bumpin need valtrex

I Ain't realize when I said it not to start shit, Set myself apart meant Yall ain't even went and got a house yet