Shut It

Get on the club, drop you in blue Yes with the evil green I saw on low Ain't got no business, no feelings No witnesses, the part of me still watch- Ayy, huh, I go click-clack, metal on my hip, bitch Heavy with the metal, money coming by the digits Fuck it up, give me some Heavy-hitting Jane, don't hit the blunt She be sucking on my dick before y'all kissin' Never been the same since I saw the roof missin' Goin' up in the cut .40 round rifle hit the door, don't shut it Said, "Don't shut it, bitch, keep coming" I got hella bands, and my bank stay flooded Do you wanna dance? Might dance, say "Fuck it" And the Louis V stays on when we fuckin' Bitch, talk, just cut it, end of discussion Got big bands, I know that you doesn't You a tough man, but my Glock got you runnin' I'm tryna understand why yo' bitch keep suckin' Got my Louis V stained by yo' bitch I might fuck with the Glock, we in the whip I two-faced my watch, can't hear it tick I might hit a one-two like Chris B. did, ayy I never been broke since I made these hits And I'm in the back seat with your bitch, I kiss And I'm laying in the sun where the blissfulness And I'm laying in the sun where the blissfulness 'Cause I got a uh, I got a uh I got yo' bitch, got case in the trunk Candid, I'm uh, can I just uh? I keep a gun, I got a uh 'Cause I got a uh, I got a uh I got yo' bitch, got case in the trunk Candid, I'm uh, can I just uh? I keep a gun, I got a uh (I got a uh, I got a uh, I got a uh, I got a uh, yeah) (I got a uh, I got a uh, I got a uh, yeah) I go click-clack, metal on my hip, bitch Heavy with the metal, money coming by the digits Fuck it up, give me some Heavy-hitting Jane, don't hit the blunt 'Cause I got a uh, I got a uh I got yo' bitch, got case in the trunk Candid, I'm uh, can I just uh? I keep a gun, I got a uh 'Cause I got a uh, I got a uh I got yo' bitch, got case in the trunk Candid, I'm uh, can I just uh? I keep a gun, I got a-