Shhh Lyrics

Aye face shot, that nigga dead

Fa, Fa, we put that fye to his head

Nigga bring me the act, we ain't sipping on red

Nigga pass me the gat, how I'm a be rich if I'm dead

Bitch ain't no fighting, we tote that blicky instead

Fire to your dome, we don't aim at the legs

That's not my bitch, that's my sneaky link

Smoking exotic, you smoking on CBD

We put a hole in that boy like a DVD

Fye bring the pain, call it major

Don't fuck with religion, this glock be my savior

Not tripping 'bout feelings, I just been chasing my paper

I can not stress 'bout a bitch

I'm trying to ball like the lakers

Just want to be rich, don't give a fuck if I'm famous

Shitting on niggas like potty

I keep a glock in the box just like roddy

I pour the purp in the brown, no bobby

I see a opp on the ground, who shot 'em

Probably lil kliff riding round with that shotty

Feeling like rylo go body for body

Aye face shot, that nigga dead

Fa, Fa, we put that fye to his head

Nigga bring me the act, we ain't sipping on red

Nigga pass me the gat, how I'm a be rich if I'm dead

Bitch ain't no fighting, we tote that blicky instead

Fire to your dome, we don't aim at the legs

That's not my bitch, that's my sneaky link

Smoking exotic, you smoking on CBD

We put a hole in that boy like a DVD

Fye bring the pain, call it major

Don't fuck with religion, this glock be my savior

Not tripping 'bout feelings, I just been chasing my paper

Hold on, bitch I ain't finished

Flash on the chopper, this bitch take a image

Bag after bag, I was taught to go get it

We on your block popping niggas like tiddies

Shhh

I'm finna slide through his city

Put a silencer on, now these niggas can't hear me

And we just caught that boy hit his ass with that glizzy

Pour up that wock got me dizzy

Mixing codeine with the fizzy, I'm tripping

And I feel like I'm melly, see redd just like trippie

And this ice on my neck got me freezing and chilling

Dick on the fye, Its too big to conceal it

Roll up a opp, put 'em up with the ceiling

Running shit up I been chasing my bag, Duffy

Fuck I look like chasing feelings

Aye face shot, that nigga dead

Fa, Fa, we put that fire to his head

Nigga bring me the act, we ain't sipping on red

Nigga pass me the gat, how I'm a be rich if I'm dead

Bitch ain't no fighting, we tote that blicky instead

Fire to your dome, we don't aim at the legs

That's not my bitch, that's my sneaky link

Smoking exotic, you smoking on CBD

We put a hole in that boy like a DVD

Fire bring the pain, call it major

Don't fuck with religion, this glock be my savior

Not tripping 'bout feelings, I just been chasing my paper