"STFU" lyrics

Shut the fuck up (Ooh)
Shut the fuck up (Hey)
Shut the fuck up (Thank you)
Shut the fuck up

Is there heaven for a pig?
Might spray paint that on my van
Hit two hundred on the bridge
Screamin', "Catch me if you can"
Mama, I'm not comin' home
I've been livin' with the band
Ayy, fuck stickin' to the plan
I'm tryna stick it to the man

What? (Woo)
I'm out of luck, rush, what?
Now I feel the rush
I'm really out of touch
Now the crowd has been so touched and the mobs don't rush
What? What?
No time
Eyes so rushed

I done fucked up
Off this shit, I lucked up
Yeah, they fucked up
They done got me fucked up
Now I'm fucked up
Off that shit that I done drunk
Man, these niggas out of luck
What?

(Ayy-ayy) How you ask for a handouts and you ain't hit the concrete?
They say Haitians eatin' cats, I make sure my dogs eat
Rinse, rinse, rinse, rinse, I make sure it's under the seat
Eh, eh, eh, eh, I ain't got no time for the weak (Ayy-ayy)

No time, look at the Patek (No time)
Keep lookin' back at it (No time)
Yeah, what's up, sir? I'm really up, up
Tell Gousse, tell these niggas duck-duck
When are you and Rihanna— (Shut the fuck up)
Like when's the new album gonna— (Shut the fuck up)
Back the fuck up
Watch your mouth or get packed the fuck up

Seen 'em in the pit, I had to get 'em (Kill, kill)
Keep on swingin' 'til the havoc hit 'em
We go fully in, the half forbidden
Get up wit 'em in a half a minute
A$AP 111 foes get fucked up
Pull up, goofy niggas, shut the fuck up
Mossy bergy fulla bucka buckas
Show no mercy to these motherfuckers

What?
I'm out of luck, rush, what?
Now I feel the rush
I'm really out of touch
Now the crowd has been so touched and the mobs don't rush
No time, what? (No time)
Eyes so rushed

It's like throw some shit (Ayy-ayy)
Sock a bitch, throw some shit (Ayy-ayy)
Bitch talkin' like she know some shit
Broke nigga always owe some shit
Always beggin', tryna hold some shit
He ain't my twin, on some Olsen shit
Quit lyin' to hoes like he close and shit
I'm a grown man, on my wholesome shit
Talk my shit, boy, I torture this
Pretty boy ish, grew up with the pimps and socialists
Always on my shit like porcelain
In the moshpit with all my ornaments
And my chain's twisted like contortionist
Order office, I went corporate
Too much insubordinates, unfortunately, it disappointin' me
Be off this shit, bitch (No time)

That could be a dome split (Brraow, brraow)
That could be a face lift (Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)
You ain't even on all that (Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)
You ain't even on all that (Ayy-ayy)
That could be a face lift (Ayy-ayy)
That could be a dome split (Ayy-ayy)
That could be a face lift (Oh)
You ain't even onto that
Shut the fuck up (Shut the fuck up)
Shut the fuck up (Shut the fuck up)
Shut the fuck up, bitch (Shut the fuck up)
Shut the fuck up (Shut the fuck up)
Shut the fuck up (Shut the fuck up)
Shut the fuck up (Shut the fuck up)
Shut the fuck up, let me hear it (Shut the fuck up)
Shut the fuck up (Shut the fuck up)
Shut the fuck up (Shut the fuck up)
Shut the fuck up, bitch (Shut the fuck up)
Shut the fuck up (Shut the fuck up)
Shut the fuck up (Shut the fuck up)
Shut the fuck up (Shut the fuck up)
Let me hear it (Shut the fuck up)