Shut Up

(الألبوم: The Throne - 2018)

Haters throwing shade like the sun down (Sun down)
Heater on my waist, don't get gunned down (Bang, bang)
Bitch you know I rock like the run down (Bow, bow)
Stack it, then I rack it like a gun round
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up

Just a moment of silence
Before I get violent
I'm just trying to warn you
If you don't wanna die then bye then
'Cause I'm hiding 9mm inside the waist lining of my jeans
Don't try me, less you're trying to meet Jesus
Body then hide you in the leaves
I'm probably out my mind, I mean geez
I'm driving on a highway in a diesel
Nodding trying to find the street you reside in
When I find you I'm beating eyes 'til your blind and can't see you
Crying 'cause you're dying and bleeding
Pleading for your life and screaming
But I ain't trying hear that
Shut the fuck up

Haters throwing shade like the sun down (Sun down)
Heater on my waist, don't get gunned down (Bang, bang)
Bitch you know I rock like the run down (Bow, bow)
Stack it, then I rack it like a gun round
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up

I been smoking on them flowers, bouquet boy
Needa peel your top back, toupee boy
I make hits, call me Bobby Boucher boy
Bitch you know I drop bombs, Hussain boy
O-O-Only smoke gas, call it butane, you're too bougie
Need to move, or you're pussy like the poontang
All about my chains watch it mutate
Mobbing with my homies and we kick it like Lui Kang
Hillbilly thug mixing liquor with the Kool-Aid
You know I keep it real like the field for a movie
Mine sharp as a cutter, my mind gone in the gutter
I take a beat and I fuck it like it's a groupie

Haters throwing shade like the sun down (Sun down)
Heater on my waist, don't get gunned down (Bang, bang)
Bitch you know I rock like the gun down (Bow, bow)
Stack it, then I rack it like a run round
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up