STFU2 lyrics

[Intro: Rickey Thompson]
Before you talk that sh*t about me, how 'bout you clear your throat? I can hear you chokin' on my tenacious di*k everytime your dumb ass talks sh*t about me. Like I said before, b*tch, you're not sh*t, you're never gon' be sh*t, and you're just a piece of sh*t. So shut the f*ck up!

[Verse]
(Shut the f*ck up, shut the f*ck up, shut the f*ck up)
Two milly in my hand, two milly for a jam
That's four milly in the can, the size of Pac's caravan
My wingspan 7 foot, right hand get a hook
Hit a lick then leave him shook, treat him just like police would
Mask on, n*ggas hard, mask off, n*ggas soft
Genius like I'm Steve Jobs, greedy like I'm Steve Jobs
Okay, you really wanna test me today
Okay, I hit em like I'm Bobby Boucher
They see me rollin' now, I'm tryna make a million
I got a new b*tch, like I'm Ben Simmons
My ego big as Shaq, rockin' like Fu-Schnickens
Put it in her Ariana, like I'm Mariah's children
I smell the snake on the scene
For heaven's sake let him breathe
pus*y n*ggas talk sh*t like they really the man
And when we actually pull up you best don't front on 'em, man

[Chorus]
(Shut the f*ck up) and why you whinin'?
(Shut the f*ck up) aye, stop cryin'
Keep frontin' on my n*ggas, keep stylin'
If you sendin' threats then my n*ggas gon' find 'em
(Shut the f*ck up) and why you whinin'?
(Shut the f*ck up) aye, stop cryin'
Keep frontin' on my n*ggas, keep stylin'
If you sendin' threats then my n*ggas gon' find 'em