Shut It Down (feat. Yung CB)

I see da shade through this Burberry lens
You not a real one, don't wanna be friends
I know these people just really pretend
Dey don't wan see me pull in the Benz
Dey actin jealous dis money I spend
This is dat brand new Yung CB and Shen

(Ay, ay, ay)
(Yuh)

Da coupe or da limo to get to da party
I'm dressed in designer I'm pourin Bacardi
I'm part of the mob like i work for John gotti
My homie got shells he gon blow wit dat shotty
I ain't fuckin wit da boof we only smoke loud
Smoking on da woods cuz we got it out da south
Anywhere we go we gon always shut it down
Anywhere we go yeah you know we shut it down

Hit her from da back dat bitch face down
Talkin out his mouth put da gun to his frown
Fly to da west coast now I'm outta town
Gotta pick dis flower dat be comin out da ground
Send it back home tell folks break it down
Give it to da people den repeat dat shit now

We got pounds pounds pounds
Now i got rounds rounds rounds
Choppa send his ass from the dock to downtown
I be skipping class think I'm bouta drop out
Gettin straight gas got call up for da pounds
I was lost in da sauce den da music what I found
No handouts bitch cuz we got it from the ground
You don't wanna see it goin down when I shoot a pussy bareface tryna steal my crown
I ain't fuckin with dese lames got em lookin like dey clowns
UH

Da coupe or da limo to get to da party
I'm dressed in designer I'm pourin Bacardi
I'm part of the mob like i work for John gotti
My homie got shells he gon blow wit dat shotty
I ain't fuckin wit da boof we only smoke loud
Smoking on da woods cuz we got it out da south
Anywhere we go we gon always shut it down
Anywhere we go yeah you know we shut it down

My shawty bouta spaz wit da fuckin spaz 12
I been trappin gas slidin round fuck 12
I been sellin gas like I'm workin at a shell
Only way to do it gotta go and give em hell
Catch me in the trap straight wrappin up bails
Come and try to take it finna catch a few shells

I'm bouta be honest wit y'all

I just wanna push ps I do not like rap
Make a couple bands go and serve it to da fiends do it through Snapchat
All dese snitches call police lookin for cheese I need a rat trap
Dat bitch gettin on her knees suckin da d she know I like dat
Beat da pussy and it fight back
Serve a quarter das a light sack
Cut a check and get it right back
I'm into money yeah I like stacks
Ima go getter I don't buy my food I go hunt for my dinner
Making these moves like a champ im a winner
Droppin da pack on yo block I'm a spinna
Up in da dojo call me master splinter
Arigato

Da coupe or da limo to get to da party
I'm dressed in designer I'm pourin Bacardi
I'm part of the mob like i work for John gotti
My homie got shells he gon blow wit dat shotty
I ain't fuckin wit da boof we only smoke loud
Smoking on da woods cuz we got it out da south
Anywhere we go we gon always shut it down
Anywhere we go yeah you know we shut it down

You a real one CB
It's all love