Shut Up lyrics

[Intro]
(Zone 6 n*gga, Pyrex Whippa, Pyrex)

[Chorus: Yung Mal]
So many motherf*ckin' diamonds on top of my wrist (Yeah, yeah)
Everywhere I go, they wan' take a pic (Take a pic)
They eat up the drip, so I custom my 'fit (Eat the drip)
Still in the field, I'm equipped with them sticks (Hah)
pus*y ass n*ggas ain't rockin' like this (pus*y)
Couple racks get him hit, really ain't have to pay sh*t
Had to stay down, I ain't have patience (Stay down)
She try to trap me, I use latex (b*tch)
Still ride through my hood, I be ducked behind tints (Yeah)
Iceburg got the sh*t hot like some grits (Ice)
b*tch already know how I'm rockin', she hit (Yeah)
So many racks, that sh*t stacked like a book (Racks, yeah)
Straight in her mouth, she suck di*k like a nook (b*tch)
I'm runnin' this sh*t right now like I'm Trump (Yeah)
Four by four when I pull up in truck (Pull up)
Lil' n*gga ain't gettin' to the money, just shut up (Shh)

[Verse 1: Yung Mal]
When I walk in the bank, make them ring the alarm (Yeah)
I got a Rolex on both of my arms (Yeah)
Zone 6 n*gga, the cream of the corn (Zone)
.223, make it blow like a horn
So many cars, need a twelve-car garage
These n*ggas pus*y, they fake and façade (Hah)
Beat the trap down, b*tch, I need an award
Put racks on top of your head, a reward (Racks)
b*tch, I run sh*t 'round here like the warden (Uh-huh)
Ball like Jordan (I ball)
f*ck her, she tryna record it (Nasty)
Killin' the game like abortion (Killed it)
Ferrari, it came with the horses
I get a check like Nike endorsement
My wrist like Rikers, it's water (Rikers Island)
[Chorus: Yung Mal & Lil Keed]
So many motherf*ckin' diamonds on top of my wrist (Yeah, yeah)
Everywhere I go, they wan' take a pic (Take a pic)
They eat up the drip, so I custom my 'fit (Eat the drip)
Still in the field, I'm equipped with them sticks (Hah)
pus*y ass n*ggas ain't rockin' like this (pus*y)
Couple racks get him hit, really ain't have to pay sh*t
Had to stay down, I ain't have patience (Stay down)
She try to trap me, I use latex (b*tch)
Still ride through my hood, I be ducked behind tints (Yeah)
Iceburg got the sh*t hot like some grits (Ice)
b*tch already know how I'm rockin', she hit (Yeah)
So many racks, that sh*t stacked like a book (Racks, yeah)
Straight in her mouth, she suck di*k like a nook (b*tch)
I'm runnin' this sh*t right now like I'm Trump (Yeah)
Four by four when I pull up in truck (Yeah, pull up)
Lil' n*gga ain't gettin' to the money, just shut up (Keed, talk to 'em, shh)

[Verse 2: Lil Keed]
Yeah, if the ho that you f*ckin' ain't gettin' to no money, please tell that ho shut up (Shut up, b*tch)
No, I don't f*ck with none of the young hoes, these b*tches be set-ups (Ugh)
sh*t, I just got a paint job, n*gga, just watch where you step (Shh)
Yeah, these b*tches I got, they gold-diggers, they just wanna f*ck (Let's go)
In the Hellcat and it's low-key, but f*ck that sh*t, I'm switching out lane
And pull up with this buck-buckshot, sh*t, curb full of brains
Yeah, boy, I'm in LA, yeah, I'm smokin' the best, I'm smokin' on dank (Wow, LA)
Shots at his brain, we knock off his head, give a f*ck what you think
[Chorus: Yung Mal, Lil Keed & Lil Gotit]
So many motherf*ckin' diamonds on top of my wrist (Yeah, yeah)
Everywhere I go, they wan' take a pic (Yeah, Slimeball, take a pic)
They eat up the drip, so I custom my 'fit (Eat the drip)
Still in the field, I'm equipped with them sticks (Hah)
pus*y ass n*ggas ain't rockin' like this (pus*y)
Couple racks get him hit, really ain't have to pay sh*t
Had to stay down, I ain't have patience (Stay down)
She try to trap me, I use latex (b*tch)
Still ride through my hood, I be ducked behind tints (Yeah)
Iceburg got the sh*t hot like some grits (Ice)
b*tch already know how I'm rockin', she hit (Yeah)
So many racks, that sh*t stacked like a book (Racks, yeah)
Straight in her mouth, she suck di*k like a nook (b*tch)
I'm runnin' this sh*t right now like I'm Trump (Yeah)
Four by four when I pull up in truck (Pull up)
Lil' n*gga ain't gettin' to the money, just shut up (Lil Gotit, shh)

[Verse 3: Lil Gotit]
And bet up (Yeah)
Me and your n*gga, yeah, we not the same (Nah)
I'm bustin' down bezels (Rollies)
Big body Range, it switch out them lanes (Skrrt)
I'm holdin' it together ('Gether)
n*ggas ain't real as they motherf*ckin' claim (Why?)
I just tell them shut up (Yeah)
I got two Glocks and them b*tches gon' bang (Frrt)
I bust 'em together
They hot as a devil
Boy, you a flexer
These n*ggas be actin' like b*tches, they broke (Huh?)
They waitin' on a settle
Higher than a plane, I don't need propellers
Rocks in my chain, my diamonds, they yellow
Yeah, we was broke, but you watched it get better
Checks in the mail and it came in a letter (Hood Baby)
[Chorus: Yung Mal]
So many motherf*ckin' diamonds on top of my wrist (Yeah, yeah)
Everywhere I go, they wan' take a pic (Take a pic)
They eat up the drip, so I custom my 'fit (Eat the drip)
Still in the field, I'm equipped with them sticks (Hah)
pus*y ass n*ggas ain't rockin' like this (pus*y)
Couple racks get him hit, really ain't have to pay sh*t
Had to stay down, I ain't have patience (Stay down)
She try to trap me, I use latex (b*tch)
Still ride through my hood, I be ducked behind tints (Yeah)
Iceburg got the sh*t hot like some grits (Ice)
b*tch already know how I'm rockin', she hit (Yeah)
So many racks, that sh*t stacked like a book (Racks, yeah)
Straight in her mouth, she suck di*k like a nook (b*tch)
I'm runnin' this sh*t right now like I'm Trump (Yeah)
Four by four when I pull up in truck (Pull up)
Lil' n*gga ain't gettin' to the money, just shut up (Shh)