Shut Up lyrics

[Intro]
(Push that sh*t out, Skilla)
Naw, I'ma push that sh*t out, I got you
Huh?
My brother, we was downtown the other day
We bumpin' Skilla the whole way there (The Circle)
n*gga, we get to the light
We bump— we bumpin' that "Tay B" sh*t
This n*gga Skilla pull up right to the light
He roll his window down, get to choppin' it up with us (n*ggas always barkin' on the 'net, don't even be wild
I get in my car to bless my Insta' with a freestyle)
And I say that just to say this
That sh*t was— for one, that sh*t was crazy
And then for two, it just show what type of n*gga he is
He ain't have to pull to the side of us and, you know, chop it up with us
Like bro a real genuine n*gga, so I f*ck with Skilla

[Verse 1]
I'm a real young n*gga, swear to God I love my fans
I lovе flippin' 'bows, I love hittin' hoes, and gettin' bands (Huh?)
I gotta thank God еvery time I get a chance
I was really down on my ass, he gave me a chance
I was tryna get rich, gettin' fame wasn't in the plans
I was somewhere gettin' money when them n*ggas shot my mans (Huh?)
Had to get my get-back, hopped up out that van, shot his man
Stay up out my lil' n*gga way when he poppin' Xans
I'm probably the coolest young n*gga with the hottest head
Let a rasta play with me, I bet my chopper chop his dreads
My Draco and my AR best friends, I call 'em Rockin' Reg
I caught my mans doin' some ho sh*t, now that's not my man
[Chorus]
I used to have to risk my life, I can't believe I got fans
Baby on my di*k now, she can't believe I got bands
I caught my mans doin' some ho sh*t, can't believe we not friends
They say dog kill sh*t, they can't believe we shot—
Came a long way, I can't believe I got fans
Came a long way, I can't believe I got bands
Came a long way, made my cheese, cut off friends
They say doggy kill sh*t, they can't believe we shot— (Shut up)

[Verse 2]
Huh? Say that
Came a long way, I can't believe I'm ridin' Maybach
These hoes di*k suckin', man, I know these n*ggas hate that
I can get a n*gga touched, I just gotta lay back
I'm a street n*gga for real, every day, I pray that
I can get my money and stay out the way, amen
I pray the di*k suckers don't pull up in the raid van
If n*ggas play with me, I know I can call K-Man, free the god, huh
They know we gon' kill somethin' if we slide, huh
n*gga, if I don't get even, I feel odd
This street sh*t gettin' deep, I'll get a n*gga fried
Young n*gga workin' all the old n*ggas in my pod

[Chorus]
I used to have to risk my life, I can't believe I got fans
Baby on my di*k now, she can't believe I got bands
I caught my mans doin' some ho sh*t, can't believe we not friends
They say dog kill sh*t, they can't believe we shot—
Came a long way, I can't believe I got fans
Came a long way, I can't believe I got bands
Came a long way, made my cheese, cut off friends
They say doggy kill sh*t, they can't believe we shot— (Shut up)
[Outro]
Huh? Say that