"Shut Up" lyrics
LLusion, Freddie Dredd & Lil Toe Lyrics
[Lil Toe:]
Ayy, I know you're obsessed (Ayy, ayy)
'Cause damn, I look good, ayy
I wish my old hoes the best (Ayy)
I'm just tryna get the money, money
M-M-Murder on my mind, demon time, you know how I get
I'ma grab my .9, that's my opp, I'ma get 'em wet
Yeah, I'm from the south, but I'm only goin' up (Ayy)
Pussy come around, now he runnin' out of luck (Ayy)
Shells hit the floor when I'm lookin' at him duck, ayy
Glocks don't jam and that's why I keep it tucked, ayy
Why you call my phone? I've already had enough, ayy
I don't want you, baby, I could never fall in love
[Freddie Dredd:]
W-W-When they hear my name, all the bitches go insane
Better shut your fuckin' mouth before the Dredd will take you out
Once again, in the van, hear the devil through the man
I ain't scared, got no fear when I put into gear
Player from the north and I'm creepin' in your city
I ain't got no pity for a buster, you a kitty
No rules, you fuckin' fool
It ain't cool to lose, it do
Voodoo in the back, I ain't havin' none of that
F-F-Freddie had some visions, man
Freddie got them bitches, man
Whom the fuck is this motherfucker tryna play my game?
Do not try me, it's wise, or you're gonna fuckin' die
Do not cry, there's no point, I will never disappoint
Keep it close, I'm a ghost
I'm on 2K, you the most
Evil runnin' through my head, all I want is to be dead
Off myself, no one help
Always creepin' by myself
I don't need no bitch, no assistant to tell me where to go
Always cold, better go bundle in the fuckin' snow
Dig deep, deep and your body's almost deeper
I am just a creep, but with some hope I'll get a feature
On the news, bodies bruised, no one will know what to do
Ayy, I know you're obsessed (Ayy, ayy)
'Cause damn, I look good, ayy
I wish my old hoes the best (Ayy)
I'm just tryna get the money, money
M-M-Murder on my mind, demon time, you know how I get
I'ma grab my .9, that's my opp, I'ma get 'em wet
Yeah, I'm from the south, but I'm only goin' up (Ayy)
Pussy come around, now he runnin' out of luck (Ayy)
Shells hit the floor when I'm lookin' at him duck, ayy
Glocks don't jam and that's why I keep it tucked, ayy
Why you call my phone? I've already had enough, ayy
I don't want you, baby, I could never fall in love
[Freddie Dredd:]
W-W-When they hear my name, all the bitches go insane
Better shut your fuckin' mouth before the Dredd will take you out
Once again, in the van, hear the devil through the man
I ain't scared, got no fear when I put into gear
Player from the north and I'm creepin' in your city
I ain't got no pity for a buster, you a kitty
No rules, you fuckin' fool
It ain't cool to lose, it do
Voodoo in the back, I ain't havin' none of that
F-F-Freddie had some visions, man
Freddie got them bitches, man
Whom the fuck is this motherfucker tryna play my game?
Do not try me, it's wise, or you're gonna fuckin' die
Do not cry, there's no point, I will never disappoint
Keep it close, I'm a ghost
I'm on 2K, you the most
Evil runnin' through my head, all I want is to be dead
Off myself, no one help
Always creepin' by myself
I don't need no bitch, no assistant to tell me where to go
Always cold, better go bundle in the fuckin' snow
Dig deep, deep and your body's almost deeper
I am just a creep, but with some hope I'll get a feature
On the news, bodies bruised, no one will know what to do
Writer(s): Jonaven Bracamontes, Ryan Chassels
