STFU! lyrics

[Intro: Letoa]
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Oh, f*ck

[Chorus: Letoa]
I-I-In the whip, huh, yeah, we dressed up (Dressed up)
I got all the weaponry, brought it like Tvashtr (Killamanjaro)
Wanna f*ck on Ronny, meet me at the treasure, Ella (Ella)
Racks on my ammonia, b*tch, was stuck in my dresser (Ayy), huh, yeah
Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi, Fendi, Prada (All that Prada)
Spilled my drink on my designer, now this sh*t just got me f*cked up (Yeah, f*cked up)
Plottin', they so envious, on fans and they not proud o' me
If they ain't at my shows I tell 'em all to shut the f*ck up (Shut the f*ck up)

[Verse: Letoa, 8percent]
Walk in this spot, b*tch, I'm lookin' like cash
Hop in a Tesla, goin' way too fast, foreign
I tell that b*tch-ninja, "Flex for me" (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I went and got my racks up, yeah
Tell that pus*y-boy to catch up, yeah
He gon' breakup, better catch her
f*ck it-f*ck it, had to go and flex up, yeah
f*ck it, boy, I had to go get it, like
Anyway, I wasn't kiddin', bruh, I went and got it, yeah
f*ck it, they was talkin' down but now that I'm up
Ain't no way they can stop it, yeah
They ain't f*ck wit' the vision
But, everyday, I be wakin' up to profits
Y'all ninjas ain't got five cents
[Verse: Letoa]
Ninjas be talkin' that nonsense
She blowin' my phone but I ain't respondin'
b*tch started to moan, I'm on different timin'
I went and told these thots that we shinin'
f*ck, "bend her back" what's got me coughin'
You wanna talk but you lost it
b*tch, I'ma shine 'til I'm in a coffin

[Pre-Chorus: 8percent]
Tell 'em, "Shut the f*ck up"
Tell 'em, "Shut the f*ck up"
Tell 'em, "Shut the f*ck up," yeah
Tell 'em, "Shut the f*ck up"
Tell 'em, "Shut the f*ck up"
Tell 'em, "Shut the f*ck up"

[Chorus: Letoa]
I-I-In the whip, huh, yeah, we dressed up
I got all the weaponry, brought it like Tvashtr
Wanna f*ck on Ronny, meet me at the treasure, Ella
Racks on my ammonia, b*tch, was stuck in my dresser, huh, yeah
Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi, Fendi, Prada
Spilled my drink on my designer, now this sh*t just got me f*cked up
Plottin', they so envious, on fans and they not proud o' me
If they ain't at my shows I tell 'em all to shut the f*ck up
I-I-In the whip, huh, yeah, we dressed up (Dressed up)
I got all the weaponry, brought it like Tvashtr (Killamanjaro)
Wanna f*ck on Ronny, meet me at the treasure, Ella (Ella)
Racks on my ammonia, b*tch, was stuck in my dresser (Ayy), huh, yeah
Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi, Fendi, Prada (All that Prada)
Spilled my drink on my designer, now this sh*t just got me f*cked up (Yeah, f*cked up)
Plottin', they so envious, on fans and they not proud o' me
If they ain't at my shows I tell 'em all to shut the f*ck up (Shut the f*ck up) (f*ck up)