Stfu (feat. Spark Master Tape)

Ohh, yeah I ain't hit you back and now you overreacting Hate that shit with a passion, yeah Have a little self respect, don't want to put you on blast But you should go 'head and practice Shut the fuck up right now and let me breathe Shut the fuck up right now, let me do my thing Slow down, slow down, slow down Quit hitting my phone up, quit hitting my phone up Quit hitting my phone, slow down I ain't hit you back, now you overreacting I don't play that elastic You be like, when we gon' fuck, what we gon' do? You should try and quit asking, huh You should shut the fuck up right now and let me be me (Let me be, let me be) Shut the fuck up right now, let me do my thing (yeah, right) People talk too much shit In my face, 'round my back, on the phone Ain't been famous for a while but I'm still up in my zone And I don't usually smoke, but I'm high on sativa If I pour it in my tea, I smell like heaven, I'm a diva (diva) Bangin' Aaliyah so loud in my speaker That I can not hear you no, I'm gone Don't you be blowin' up my phone I'm in a different time zone Ever since a matter of time, all my girls is badder than nine Hope to banish the debt, you hammered You still don't know how to handle your wine That's probably why you're hittin' me more Yeah, I've got a rule 'cause I've done this before Just fuck 'em three times and don't fuck 'em no more 'Cause they just fall in love if you fuck 'em the fourth (woo) Don't get me wrong, I really like it when we're vibin' But when I'm in another city, shh, be quiet Shut the fuck up right now and let me be me Shut the fuck up right now, let me do my thing Slow down, slow down, slow down Quit hitting my phone up, quit hitting my phone up Quit hitting my phone, slow down And I've been off the coke, I've been off the coke I've been off this coke Always hittin' phone, always hittin' phone (always hittin' phones) She constantly calling my old bitch Get up, be gone and go home, bitch Quit playin' with all of my phone, bitch Switch numbers, even my wrong shit These chicks, they cunning Flip cities, she sticks, still on it Switched whips, we're awake, she saw it This bitch on my ass, like a pair of my drawers Any phone I ever own, she call it She call me at two, call me at three Check I'm awake boy, the fuck I gon' be? Wanna grab an eight ball, set your nigga free Then she walk with a nose bleed on her blue jeans Dumb bitch, dumb hoe Don't call my phone, go home We jettin' out 'til we made it Shut the fuck up complainin' Shut the fuck up right now and let me be me (Ayy, shut the fuck up bitch) Shut the fuck up right now, let me do my thing (It's true, but it's simple) Slow down, slow down, slow down (Have a Xanny, SWOUP) Quit hitting my phone up, quit hitting my phone up (Quit hittin' up my fucking phone) Quit hitting my phone, slow down (SWOUP)