"SHUTUP" lyrics
(Hood rich, buddy)
Woah, check the GPS (Woah, woah)
I just ran a thirty off a 30, it's a Pacer test
Fuck you niggas talkin' 'bout? You ain't blessed (Go)
Datejust, presidential Rollie with the VVS (Woah, woah)
Clarity on clarity you've never seen (Brr, brr)
I ain't even heard of you niggas, fuck you niggas mean? (Huh)
Let's go, packs 2 a.m., still servin' 'til the sun up (Woah, woah)
Nigga, you remind me of a bitch, you should shut up (Bitch, bitch)
Glocky, stick with a button, nigga, run up
Every time my watch hit 12, it's a band I'ma run up (Band, woah)
I get so damn tired of these pussy niggas actin' like they know us (Woah, let's go)
Niggas actin' pussy with no job and no car, nigga, grow up (Woah, go; Trendsetter)
I just let a Perc' 30, go through my nose, that relax that
Give a fuck 'bout a ho, bitch, I'm past that (Ayy, racks)
Big Louis backpack (Woah), Glock in it, back-back (Back)
Nigga, thirty get you a nap sack, get you dirty, know where packs at
Your bitch flirtin', I'ma smack that
Man, the GPS can't find the trap at (Woah)
She be at the crib, she throw it back, she throw it back at
I had to wrestle with my bitch, she oiled up, I told her, "Tap out" (Woah, woah)
Nigga, you be lyin' too much in your raps, that shit is capped out (Trap house)
(Hood rich)
Trap house
Woah, check the GPS (Woah, woah)
I just ran a thirty off a 30, it's a Pacer test
Fuck you niggas talkin' 'bout? You ain't blessed (Go)
Datejust, presidential Rollie with the VVS (Woah, woah)
Clarity on clarity you've never seen (Brr, brr)
I ain't even heard of you niggas, fuck you niggas mean? (Huh)
Let's go, packs 2 a.m., still servin' 'til the sun up (Woah, woah)
Nigga, you remind me of a bitch, you should shut up (Bitch, bitch)
Glocky, stick with a button, nigga, run up
Every time my watch hit 12, it's a band I'ma run up (Band, woah)
I get so damn tired of these pussy niggas actin' like they know us (Woah, let's go)
Niggas actin' pussy with no job and no car, nigga, grow up (Woah, go; Trendsetter)
I just let a Perc' 30, go through my nose, that relax that
Give a fuck 'bout a ho, bitch, I'm past that (Ayy, racks)
Big Louis backpack (Woah), Glock in it, back-back (Back)
Nigga, thirty get you a nap sack, get you dirty, know where packs at
Your bitch flirtin', I'ma smack that
Man, the GPS can't find the trap at (Woah)
She be at the crib, she throw it back, she throw it back at
I had to wrestle with my bitch, she oiled up, I told her, "Tap out" (Woah, woah)
Nigga, you be lyin' too much in your raps, that shit is capped out (Trap house)
(Hood rich)
Trap house
