STFU

(Helluva made this beat, baby)

I got a hundred on this
Bitch, I don't miss often, for real
Back to back 'Cats, I don't miss walkin'
Come get your bitch off me
I'm known for shit talkin'
I'm known for script bustin'
Ain't no iffy, yeah, that bitch fuckin'
Get money, ayy, that's all I ever knew
You got a dollar on that bitch
You better shoot
(You got a dollar on that bitch
You better shoot)

Ayy thousand grams in the pot
Thousand beans down the way
Thousand-gram Cuban on my neck, 'Dweller
Fuck a Patek
And your bitch, she gon' fuck for a check
When you say it
Say my name with some fuckin' respect
All these losses I done took
I appreciate the wins
When your car cost two hundred
You appreciate the Benz
Had a threesome with my bitch
I appreciate her friends
Cooper Street to my hood, we gon'
Keep it in the fam, nigga
Gettin' chicken, I ain't never been a ham
Nigga
Got it out the mud, I ain't never did a scam
Nigga
RIP to all the fallen soldiers, free the fam
Nigga shut the fuck up if you
Ain't got a hundred bands, nigga

Ayy, shut the fuck up if you
Can't move a hundred grams, nigga
I'm the man in here
Residue on all the pans in here
Shit get ran in here, bitch
I done blew a hundred bands this year
Ain't no cappin', if I get fucked up, bitch
It ain't no rappin'

It's all action, if we gon' do it
Do it with a passion we ain't just rappin'
We state the facts like we dispatchin'
These niggas dick suckin'
They ridin' waves like a crew captain
Niggas lost they way 'cause within months
We done blew past 'em
Put these niggas on they back
Get these boys a coffin
They ain't got no money
Have 'em take it out the church offering
Left a hole in the nigga
Head like a sea dolphin
Every nigga in my team want
Bodies like an auction

Yeah, Glock 40, homie, I do no talking
Ten bands on your head, have my bro off you
Yeah, ayy, I only fuck with real niggas
6 Mile, East Warren, I'm with real hitters
Yeah, clout chasing, nigga
Get your bitch fucked
On my way to Western U to get my dick sucked
Bitch head so weak, can't get my dick up
Yeah, I don't want your bitch
Come pick your bitch up

Bitch dick suckin' heard I shoot trips and
Swipe hair for bitches
Play with toys, rap, and get 'bows in
Merry Christmas
Niggas know who to play with
Ain't gotta tell these niggas
Hanging out the window
Get to blowing like an air conditioner
Fuck it, hop out with that ratchet like
The man on Cheaters
All these ratchets, all these punches
Feel like Jerry Springer
Can't name one bitch I can't fuck
Slow down, baby girl, when you suck it
Ain't no rush bitch say she got a nigga
She look single through these buffs

'Bout to pull up
Rock a nigga's shit like he stuck
If it ain't 'bout no money
Nigga, shut the fuck up, nigga

A thousand beans in her pussy
Have your bitch stuffed
Thirty racks on this Rollie
This bitch lit up
A nigga reach for this bitch
Get his shit crushed
Twenty bottles on the way
Light this bitch up
A nigga speakin' on my name
Got his bitch fucked
I got some 6 Mile hoes, get your bitch jumped
If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money
Shut the fuck up
(If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money
Shut the fuck up)
(If it ain't 'bout no money
Nigga shut the fuck up, nigga)
(Shut the fuck up if you
Ain't got a hundred bands, nigga)
(If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money
Shut the fuck up)
(Ayy, shut the fuck up if you
Can't move a hundred grams, nigga)
(If it ain't 'bout no money
Nigga, shut the fuck up, nigga)
(Nigga, shut the fuck up if you
Ain't got a hundred bands, nigga)
(If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money
Shut the fuck up)
(Ayy, shut the fuck up if you
Can't move a hundred grams, nigga)