The Shutter lyrics

[Intro: Detwan Love]
(lonzetheking)
Huh, huh
If I like you, look
Huh, huh, b*tch

[Verse 1: Detwan Love]
If I like you, then, b*tch, I'ma hit you from the side
Why the f*ck would you send the addy thinkin' we ain't finna slide?
Hit my side b*tch from the side, my baby mama from the front
Why we keep talkin' 'bout this n*gga, ain't he in a blunt?
f*ck I look like beefin' with this n*gga over our sl*t?
I'm feelin' different, when I go home, I'ma f*ck my b*tch in her butt
A n*gga got the K without the handle like he go huntin'
n*gga shook my hand five times, he probably stole somethin'

[Verse 2: Freakyy T]
n*gga ride around with a rat, he probably told somethin'
I ride around with a K like I'm goin' huntin'
n*gga said they want smoke, but he don't want nothin'
Burn his ass up like a White Russian
Hit him in his head and throw him out like he David Ruffin
And if a n*gga disrespect, then you know we comin'
PLR's .223, that b*tch hold a hundred
You ain't really in the streets, you better get some money
[Verse 3: GrindHard E]
n*ggas ain't got they own bags, they out here gettin' fronted
I be really grindin', grindin' hard from Sunday to Monday
Got some weed from A1 in a blue pack, Blueberry Cruffin
Real dope fiend, just mixed some Morton, Tris, and Tussion'
Auntie just called me with the drank, she already know I'm comin'
Showed a hundred twenties on Facebook, you ain't gettin' no money
I got a hundred-twenty blue circle pills, but I want a hundred
n*gga f*cked his best friend b*tch, he is not one hundred
Got ninety-nine problems, but my b*tch just made it a hundred
I got a thousand blue strips, that's a ten, it don't look like nothin'

[Verse 4: Detwan Love]
My n*gga trippin', he be doin' sh*t for nothin'
f*cked around and robbed a brick man for seven hundred
n*gga make me mad, I'll link with my cousin and go n*gga huntin'
Everything a game until your cousin fresh on Sunday
Remember bein' at grandma house playin' a PlayStation, Black Monday
And your baby mama a ho, she got a scholarship for di*k suckin'
If you gotta mention your n*gga for some pus*y, boy, that's di*k suckin'
FN hit him in his stomach, that's a tummy tuck
My n*gga killed n*ggas, he in the county doin' push-ups
See you in the car with your daughter and blow that b*tch up
I know a n*gga got some ice, but he scared, he got his wrist tucked

[Verse 5: Freakyy T]
Told that b*tch, "Don't talk the whole ride, you here for stuffin'"
I been gettin' to that money, papercuts from me thumbin'
Got a couple Blood n*ggas with me, you know how we bomin'
Put a stock on the back of the K 'cause it's Russian
Have my pants halfway down, you know I was rushin'
b*tch askin' what I'm doin', I ain't doin' nothin'
I was tryna get the head, I wasn't really tryna f*ck her
Plus I hit her best friend, I'm a sneaky motherf*cker
[Verse 6: GrindHard E]
I just f*cked a b*tch raw dog, forgot my rubber
Doin' a hundred on a backstreet tryna dodge the undercovers
Wonder why this b*tch starin' at me out in public? 'Cause I f*cked her
Bet if she would have gave you some pus*y, you would've cuffed her
I'm the type of n*gga beat her ass and get in a shootout with her brother
b*tch pus*y good, I ain't gon' lie, I said I love her
.308 got a big kick when it shoot, it sound like thunder
You got water-whipped, I'm cookin' straight drop, it look like butter
Bum-ass n*gga ain't got no transportation, he ride the shutter