Stfu lyrics
by Young Taylor
(Hook):
(X1)
(Shhhh), Hoe!
(Move), Hoe!
When I'm coming through, give me room Hoe!
Shut the f*ck up, shut the f*ck up
(Verse 1):
You must not know me
Pretty face, call me Naomi
Like they way I strut, how I’m posing
All they do is double tap, while I'm posting
They all out of Character, tell'em repeat
They all out of Character, tell’em Retweet
Take a pic and I pose like I'm Reece King
Still the kid (Kidd), Khaos is what I'm Wreaking
Never benched, in the game and I ball like Kobe
Only time I'm on the sidelines, when I coach
Better in Coach, never in Coach, Big Bags With me like I be moving coke
Work selling, i supply in the big coat
They addicted, My sh*t is this dope
Wrist chilling, yes a b*tch this cold
Chanel On the west coast, gabbana & dolce
Always in front rows, (all this tension)
You can see the meet & greet, (give'em his ticket)
Tempting, everything I do, (they attemptin')
Attention, f*ck you too, (just the tip in)
(X1)
I'm a bad b*tch, you baggage
Beef? Imma collect my bag b*tch
I'm a bad b*tch, you baggage
See? Shut up with the bragging
(Hook):
(X1)
(Shhhh), Hoe!
(Move), Hoe!
When I’m coming through, give me room Hoe!
Shut the f*ck up, shut the f*ck up
(Verse 2):
b*tches paid to get gassed, $2.72
But look how I dash, on the 70 route
Look at the sheriff badge, I’m the deputy too
But got bars for years, that's a felony too
And I Deserve the death penalty too
Career Jokes, They Parodies too
Cruz like Penelope, bad b*tch pedigree
Conceived, Thats the pregnancy too
My delivery, My destiny b*tch
My legatee, This my legacy b*tch
Need Kennedy, therapy, mentally b*tch
Jealousy, want the recipe, remedy b*tch
Which b*tch underground, flow tight
Tighter than a grip handle on a bike
Tighter than what your b*tch think she claimed
She not, ol’ dirty bast*rd, wu tang
(Hook):
(X1)
(Shhhh), Hoe!
(Move), Hoe!
When I'm coming through, give me room Hoe!
Shut the f*ck up, shut the f*ck up