Shut It

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

Forty 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 backseat 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—