STFU

(Getta, Beats!)

Whoop!

Get them bitches to your door with the loud smell

I ain't been fuckin' with bro, but I'll ride still

A lot of shit been on my mind, so I been gettin' booted

I can't even talk about it, I've been stayin' muted

Brodie put up with the switch, he ain't scared to use it

I just hit D-Bo with a brick like we got into it (that's my boy)

I got four nickel on my hip, please don't make me do it

Don't go nowhere without my yeah 'cause my lawyer Jewish

Every time we hit the scene, we be iced up, ****

Brodie spent twenty G's on some white buffs, ****

When you see us back to back, just know we piped up crazy

Don't worry 'bout what me and bro got goin' on, Free 80's

See this hoes I got with me, rich bitches, all havers

You ain't tryna get no money, I'ma have to fall backwards

Don't trust shit these **** say, these **** all talk

Rich **** spend five thousand leavin' Walmart

You ever trust a **** with the work and they fucked up the bag?

Now you gotta start from scratch 'cause that's all you had?

That's the type of shit that make a **** put an X on you

For this type of shit, I'll have my youngin' come and step on you

It cost to be the boss, if you ain't got it, shut the fuck up

The woods come quick, if you ain't 'bout it, shut the fuck up

They askin' questions, that mean they don't know, just shut the fuck up

For all the loud mouth ass ****, shut the fuck up

Every time the cameras flash, I'ma have Louis on

It's a Monday, I got thirty on me at the studio

This a normal day for me, tell them boys don't play with me

Got a **** BM in the BM, she know she safe with me

I'm a real P-Rock baby, since I jumped off the porch, ****

I ain't one to be like Michael Jordan, I'm one to be like Cork, ****

If you know, you know, it really ain't my job to tell ****

Seven thousand for a P of Sprinkles, this shit smell different

Come fuck with a rich ****, you fuckin' with the help, baby

She ask me why I'm by myself, they know I swing belts, baby

**** know the gang brazy, we pull up with changed faces

Choppa got the shell catchin', we ain't leavin' no cases

And the trenches ridin' in the Maybach and this bitch spacious

In Miami smokin' Cali, drinkin' Texas with the Haitians

If you really wanna get it bag for real, just be patient

I was stayin' humble, but I'm a poppa, see some **** hatin'

Get-get them bitches to your door with the loud smell

I ain't been fuckin' with bro, but I'll ride still

A lot of shit been on my mind, so I been gettin' booted

I can't even talk about it, I been stayin' muted

Brodie put up with the switcher, he ain't scared to use it

I just hit D-Bo with a brick like we got into it

I got four-nickle on my hip, please don't make me do it

I don't go nowhere without my yeah 'cause my Lord is Jewish