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stfu
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Hip-Hop/Rap
stfu was released on August 2, 2025 by breadbox ent. as a part of the album rb.01 - EP
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Release DateAugust 2, 2025
Labelbreadbox ent.
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM144

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ryebread
ryebread
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Weaver-Palmer
Ryan Weaver-Palmer
Songwriter
1kamaui .
1kamaui .
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
1kamaui .
1kamaui .
Producer

Lyrics

Hold up, hold up, ref, time out
Like, I'ma need you to do something about that beat
That shit is so fucking foul
Like, I'ma have to really get in my bag on this one
You know what I'm saying
Like, yeah, yeah, bread
Uh, if I want it, I get it
Wake up in the morning and pick my amount
Word to my fitted,
My pockets stay blue, and I'm stacking up loaves
In my checking account
Hard to the finish, I'll tell you the truth
Ain't one for the fibbing, no lies in my mouth
I wanna live, so I'm out with the troops
And we might bring two of 'em back to the house
I got the juice, and I'm feelin' like Trav
I got them all jumpin' right off of that couch
I'm from the Lou but I moved to the 615
So you know I've got shows in the South
Stop complaining, just shut the fuck up
Stop complaining, just shut the fuck up
Stop complaining, just shut the fuck up
Stop complaining, just shut yo mouth, lil ****
Stop complaining, just shut the fuck up
Stop complaining, just shut the fuck up
Stop complaining, just shut the fuck up
Stop complaining, just shut yo mouth, lil ****
Word about the bread in your account, lil ****
Shawty petite, but that ass get bigger
Way too elite
I stand in the face of defeat
My opps gave up, go figure
If I gotta stomp y'all out, just to prove myself
I'll do it, ain't pullin' no trigger
I got a hunger for wealth
The food don't help, but the booth gon' give me that vigor
Step in the stu' and tell me all yo problems
I'm finna solve them
Mad at ya boo?
Baby, don't call him
Gave her some jaw, said it was awesome
Thought he could keep up with me?
Took one blink, looked back, and I guess that I lost him
He must think that he a G
Out here tryin' to play God, and look how he crossed him
Uh, if I want it, I get it
Wake up in the morning and pick my amount
Word to my fitted,
My pockets stay blue, and I'm stacking up loaves
In my checking account
Hard to the finish, I'll tell you the truth
Ain't one for the fibbing, no lies in my mouth
I wanna live, so I'm out with the troops
And we might bring two of 'em back to the house
I got the juice, and I'm feelin' like Trav
I got them all jumpin' right off of that couch
I'm from the Lou but I moved to the 615
So you know I've got shows in the South
Stop complaining, just shut the fuck up
Stop complaining, just shut the fuck up
Stop complaining, just shut the fuck up
Stop complaining, just shut yo mouth, lil ****
Stop complaining, just shut the fuck up
Stop complaining, just shut the fuck up
Stop complaining, just shut the fuck up
Stop complaining, just shut yo mouth, lil ****
Written by: 1kamaui ., Ryan Weaver-Palmer
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