Shut 'Em Up Lyrics

I had to run it up, yeah

I had to run it up

I had to run it up

Yeah, there it go

Aye, aye

I had to run it up

I put my neck on line just so we can spend time

I don’t feel like you’ve done enough

That nigga cappin', he ain't got the time or the funds

That nigga ain't one of us

I keep the fashion, that shit is my passion

I’m sauced with that Burberry button up

The ops tryna figure out how we gon' shut 'em up

Know anybody

I feel like I don’t know anybody

On my own, I don’t owe anybody

I just wanna be rich like I'm Roddy

I been kicking shit like its karate

Zooming 'round in that black Maserati

I been heating up, Scotty 2 Hotty

Ima shit on these niggas like potty, yeah

Back up

I been running 'round, running 'round town

Tryna get my sack up

I push the iron like I'm on bench press

Cause I gotta get racks up

I treat the money like leggo my eggo

You know that I gotta go stack up

You slowing down, I'm speeding up

You playing 'round but I'm serious as fuck

I'm moving on, but you stuck

Look at you stuck in the muck

Nigga, this skill, it ain't luck

Only time that I'm gon' play

Is when I got on my Comme des chucks

I heard that she is a freak from the east

I call her Milwaukee buck

I had to run it up

I put my neck on line just so we can spend time

I don’t feel like you’ve done enough

That nigga cappin', he ain't got the time or the funds

That nigga ain't one of us

I keep the fashion, that shit is my passion

I’m sauced with that Burberry button up

The ops tryna figure out how we gon' shut 'em up

Shut 'em up, how do we do it

Nigga you can’t, Ima keep dropping music

Making and listening real therapeutic

I'm 'bout to blossom and sprout like a tulip

That lil' nigga think he hiding

Nigga, you ain't that elusive

They gon' go back to the basics

But I think that I outgrew it

I'm doing shit and you still tryna do it

Don’t ask for help, when I gave, you ain't use it

I showed you love and you went and abused it

Gave you my heart and you beat it and bruised it

She back me down in the post, I'm Malone

Pass it to bro like that shit a baton

Gotta get cheese, blue or that provolone

Getting that paper is all I condone

I had to run it up

I put my neck on line just so we can spend time

I don’t feel like you’ve done enough

That nigga cappin', he ain't got the time or the funds

That nigga ain't one of us

I keep the fashion, that shit is my passion

I’m sauced with that Burberry button up

The ops tryna figure out how we gon' shut 'em up

Know anybody

I feel like I don’t know anybody

On my own, I don’t owe anybody

I just wanna be rich like I'm Roddy

I been kicking shit like its karate

Zooming 'round in that black Maserati

I been heating up, Scotty 2 Hotty

Ima shit on these niggas like potty, yeah