letra de stfu - midwxst
[spoken intro]
said, from the jump i been told n-ggas, like
huh, that i, that, that i go crazy with it, y’all n-ggas ’boutta find out
you know music is, like, music is, like, something that you gotta take care of, you know? grow into
somethin’ you have to, you gotta learn how to handle, you gotta learn how to take in and understand everything, you know?
but the thing is with me, [?], so that sh-t’s easy anyway, hahaha
(you lose, ehe)
[chorus]
shut the f-ck up, n-gga
fanta in my cup, blow bucks, not swishers
n-gga think he safe ’til we get up with you
after that show, know yo’ b-tch want a picture
chop a lil’ thot, n-gga, you won’t kiss her
brand new crib with a shiny lil’ fixture
she call me dad, n-gga call me mister
and bro sip drank, goin’ straight to his liver
[verse]
can’t worry ’bout a b-tch, ain’t no babysitter
ride around town, and i stay with my hitters (oh, yeah)
mow a boy down likе some godd-mn clippers (oh, yeah)
makе sure he can’t swim, we gon’ take them flippers (oh, yeah)
been callin’ them shots, already know that i’m skipper (oh, yeah)
know i’m gettin’ that green like the geico lizard (oh, yeah)
yo’ girl in my phone, say i’m a good kisser (oh, yeah)
knew a n-gga fake, had to crop him out the picture (oh, yeah, yeah)
lil’ b-tch, said he gettin money, but his ass ain’t rich (lil’ b-tch, oh, yeah)
[?] in that h-llcat, sh-t gon’ flip
n-ggas talkin’ ’bout me, better watch they lips
already know i’d blow up, yeah, i put in my chips
i ain’t got no time to respond to no diss
ain’t got no time to respond to no list
ain’t got no time to respond to yo’ sh-t
i ain’t got no time, got no time
lil’ n-gga, yo’ ass fall in line
finna glow with my brothers, know we all gon’ shine
got brothers locked up, know they doin’ that time
n-ggas screamin’, “free [?]”, n-gga, out that nine
better watch yo’ tone if you like yo’ life
get me out yo’ phone, n-gga, don’t even type
livin’ rent free in yo’ head, in yo’ life (b-tch)
[chorus]
shut the f-ck up, n-gga
fanta in my cup, blow bucks, not swishers
n-gga think he safe ’til we get up with you
after that show, know yo’ b-tch want a picture
chop a lil’ thot, n-gga, you won’t kiss her
brand new crib with a shiny lil’ fixture
she call me dad, n-gga call me mister
and bro sip drank, goin’ straight to his liver
shut the f-ck up, n-gga
fanta in my cup, blow bucks, not swishers
n-gga think he safe ’til we get up with you
after that show, know yo’ b-tch want a picture
chop a lil’ thot, n-gga, you won’t kiss her
brand new crib with a shiny lil’ fixture
she call me dad, n-gga call me mister
and bro sip drank, goin’ straight to his liver
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