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Shhh was released on January 16, 2026 by Brazy Life as a part of the album Brazy Life Vol. 1
January 16, 2026
LabelBrazy Life
LanguageEnglish
BPM77
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

That **** Dave crazy, okay, bet
Ayo, GK
Real Brazy Life shit, ****
I don't need no auto-tune on this shit
It's Brazy Life, baby
How you smokin' on opps, you ain't
Even put a whole gram in your blunt?
Don't know how to use your Glock, better
Learn fast or it's fair game for your gun
Ain't no fair ones, we don't spare none, last **** died on the run
Catch me finger fuckin' my Nina, she don't give life when she cum
Shh, you know they be listenin' now
Tryna copy every move I be makin', but
They'll be dead 'fore they figure it out
Some **** plottin' for nothin', they not
Gettin' paid but die for the clout, damn
But if I was Craig, I would've shot
Debo ass up front of the house
Free Big T, free Big Wack and free my beef
I don't wanna get him killed in jail
I want his brain to lay in the streets
I want his mama to think she about to hug him
But then all of a sudden she drop to her knees
Like, "Why they had to take my baby from me?"
But she from the hood, so she don't even scream
Ain't vicious, I do not need a beam, I just need a reason to get ya
Before it was PLATINUM, they called me Picasso
Because I was takin' **** out the picture
Bitch got mad and tried to call my
Big homie, but he did her ass like me
Now she cryin' 'bout we ain't shit, no stupid bitches, MOB
Huh, son, look, alright
Bitches, MOB
Feel like Tunechi in '09, I'm screamin', "Bitch is, MOB"
I put money over bitches in the D like MO3
I put dope up in the streets, Lil one rich flip amphetamines, huh, son
White boy go get the drop and pop, he off of ketamine, alright
This new Glock got a box on the top
Boy, you ain't scarin' me, huh, son
Big Thug don't compare to me, drive this bitch uncaringly
Made a diss, he darin' me, now they matchin', wearin' tees, alright
Faces put on tees, alright, bodies laid to rest
Exotic guns get put to use like
"Put this chrome all on his chest"
Ridin' AMG, GLE 63, say I'm the best
I be with AMG, BMB, Brazy Life like, "Fuck the rest," alright
Thought it was a test? Alright
Lil one wore a vest, got hit in head, shoulders and neck
Fuck it, guess he failed the test
Fuck it, guess who see who next?
Go to funeral, we gon' go see who the best dressed
And then we— huh, son, alright, look
Heard a **** been lookin' for me, everybody been checkin' for me
Thirty rounds sit up under my tee, better
Be on your shit when you run into me
Yeah, that's me, from her neck, I'ma kiss
All her skin all the way to her feet
Now that's tea, they just judgin' the
Cover and go for the shit that they see
And the shit that I show, minus tribulations and the scars unknown
Some shit I don't show, I refuse to be weak
Countin' steps, tippin' on toes letting issues unfold
**** take a there, see 'em fade into smoke
Watch how he go ghost, make a ****
Disappear like a pin on a post, huh, son
Been taunting them **** just 'bout all the shit that I post
If you know, then you know, stand up
On ten toes, that's a promise to bro
I been sendin' 'em smoke, I ain't hide
My face card, I be good where I go
Keep a switch in the pool, had to get
Off the Draco, it was flooded with souls
I'm the one and they know, I'm
Him and it's so I got status for sure
Anywhere I'ma blow it, don't get walked
On, they get chased through the door
I'm the one and they know, I'm
Him and it's so I got status for sure
Anywhere I'ma blow it, don't get walked on
They get chased through the door, huh, son
Written by: Jordan Smith
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