STFU lyrics

[Intro]
(Helluva made this beat, baby)

[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
I got a hundred on this b*tch, I don't miss often, for real
Back-to-back 'Cats, I don't miss walkin'
Come get your b*tch off me, I'm known for sh*t talkin'
I'm known for script bustin'
Ain't no iffy, yeah, that b*tch f*ckin'
Get money, ayy, that's all I ever knew
You got a dollar on that b*tch, you better shoot
(You got a dollar on that b*tch, you better shoot)

[Verse 2: Peezy]
Ayy
Thousand grams in the pot, thousand beans down the way
Thousand-gram Cuban on my neck, 'Dweller, f*ck a Patek
And your b*tch, she gon' f*ck for a check
When you say it, say my name with some f*ckin' respect
All these losses I done took, I appreciate the wins
When your car cost two hundred, you appreciate the Benz
Had a threesome with my b*tch, I appreciate her friends
Cooper Street to my hood, we gon' keep it in the fam, n*gga
Gettin' chicken, I ain't never been a ham, n*gga
Got it out the mud, I ain't never did a scam, n*gga
R.I.P. to all the fallen soldiers, free the fam, n*gga
Shut the f*ck up if you ain't got a hundred bands, n*gga
[Verse 3: 42 Dugg]
Ayy, shut the f*ck up if you can't move a hundred grams, n*gga
I'm the man in here, residue on all the pans in here
sh*t get ran in here, b*tch, I done blew a hundred bands this year
Ain't no cappin', if I get f*cked up, b*tch, it ain't no rappin'

[Verse 4: EWM Kdoe]
It's all action, if we gon' do it, do it with a passion
We ain't just rappin', we state the facts like we dispatchin'
These n*ggas di*k suckin', they ridin' waves like a crew captain
n*ggas lost they way 'cause within months, we done blew past 'em
Put these n*ggas on they back, get these boys a coffin
They ain't got no money, have 'em take it out the church offering
Left a hole in the n*gga head like a sea dolphin
Every n*gga in my team want bodies like an auction

[Verse 5: Bagboy Mell]
Yeah, Glock 40, homie, I do no talking
Ten bands on your head, have my bro off you
Yeah, ayy, I only f*ck with real n*ggas
6 Mile, East Warren, I'm with real hitters
Yeah, clout chasing, n*gga, get your b*tch f*cked
On my way to Western U to get my di*k sucked
b*tch head so weak, can't get my di*k up
Yeah, I don't want your b*tch, come pick your b*tch up
[Verse 6: Cash Kidd]
b*tch di*k suckin'
Heard I shoot trips and swipe hair for b*tches
Play with toys, rap, and get 'bows in, merry Christmas
n*ggas know who to play with, ain't gotta tell these n*ggas
Hanging out the window, get to blowing like an air conditioner
f*ck it, hop out with that ratchet like the man on Cheaters
All these ratchets, all these punches, feel like Jerry Springer
Can't name one b*tch I can't f*ck
Slow down, baby girl, when you suck it, ain't no rush
b*tch say she got a n*gga, she look single through these buffs
[Did a [?]2:06] on that n*gga, that sh*t really came in clutch
'Bout to pull up, rock a n*gga's sh*t like he stuck
If it ain't 'bout no money, n*gga, shut the f*ck up, n*gga

[Verse 7: East Warren Buck]
A thousand beans in her pus*y, have your b*tch stuffed
Thirty racks on this Rollie, this b*tch lit up
A n*gga reach for this b*tch, get his sh*t crushed
Twenty bottles on the way, light this b*tch up
A n*gga speakin' on my name, got his b*tch f*cked
I got some 6 Mile hoes, get your b*tch jumped
If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, shut the f*ck up
(If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, shut the f*ck up)

[Outro: Cash Kidd, Peezy, East Warren Buck & 42 Dugg]
(If it ain't 'bout no money, n*gga, shut the f*ck up, n*gga)
(Shut the f*ck up if you ain't got a hundred bands, n*gga)
(If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, shut the f*ck up)
(Ayy, shut the f*ck up if you can't move a hundred grams, n*gga)
(If it ain't 'bout no money, n*gga, shut the f*ck up, n*gga)
(n*gga, shut the f*ck up if you ain't got a hundred bands, n*gga)
(If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, shut the f*ck up)
(Ayy, shut the f*ck up if you can't move a hundred grams, n*gga)