CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : STFU
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
I got a hundred on this b*t*h, I don't miss often, for real
Back to back 'Cats, I don't miss walkin'
Come get your b*t*h off me, I'm known for sh*t talkin'
I'm known for script bustin'
Ain't no iffy, yeah, that b*t*h f**kin'
Get money, ayy, that's all I ever knew
You got a dollar on that b*t*h, you better shoot
(You got a dollar on that b*t*h, you better shoot)
Ayy
Thousand grams in the pot, thousand beans down the way
Thousand-gram Cuban on my neck, 'Dweller, f**k a Patek
And your b*t*h, she gon' f**k for a check
When you say it, say my name with some f**kin' respect
All these losses I done took, I appreciate the wins
When your car cost two hundred, you appreciate the Benz
Had a threesome with my b*t*h, I appreciate her friends
Cooper Street to my hood, we gon' keep it in the fam, n***a
Gettin' chicken, I ain't never been a ham, n***a
Got it out the mud, I ain't never did a scam, n***a
R.I.P. to all the fallen soldiers, free the fam, n***a
Shut the f**k up if you ain't got a hundred bands, n***a
Ayy, shut the f**k up if you can't move a hundred grams, n***a
I'm the man in here, residue on all the pans in here
Sh*t get ran in here, b*t*h, I done blew a hundred bands this year
Ain't no cappin', if I get f**ked up, b*t*h, it ain't no rappin'
It's all action, if we gon' do it, do it with a pa**ion
We ain't just rappin', we state the facts like we dispatchin'
These n***as d**k suckin', they ridin' waves like a crew captain
N***as lost they way 'cause within months, we done blew past 'em
Put these n***as on they back, get these boys a coffin
They ain't got no money, have 'em take it out the church offering
Left a hole in the n***a head like a sea dolphin
Every n***a in my team want bodies like an auction
Yeah, Glock 40, homie, I do no talking
Ten bands on your head, have my bro off you
Yeah, ayy, I only f**k with real n***as
6 Mile, East Warren, I'm with real hitters
Yeah, clout chasing, n***a, get your b*t*h f**ked
On my way to Western U to get my d**k sucked
B*t*h head so weak, can't get my d**k up
Yeah, I don't want your b*t*h, come pick your b*t*h up
B*t*h d**k suckin'
Heard I shoot trips and swipe hair for b*t*hes
Play with toys, rap, and get 'bows in, merry Christmas
N***as know who to play with, ain't gotta tell these n***as
Hanging out the window, get to blowing like an air conditioner
F**k it, hop out with that ratchet like the man on Cheaters
All these ratchets, all these punches, feel like Jerry Springer
Can't name one b*t*h I can't f**k
Slow down, baby girl, when you suck it, ain't no rush
B*t*h say she got a n***a, she look single through these buffs
Did a [?][2:06] on that n***a, that sh*t really came in clutch
'Bout to pull up, rock a n***a's sh*t like he stuck
If it ain't 'bout no money, n***a, shut the f**k up, n***a
A thousand beans in her pu**y, have your b*t*h stuffed
Thirty racks on this Rollie, this b*t*h lit up
A n***a reach for this b*t*h, get his sh*t crushed
Twenty bottles on the way, light this b*t*h up
A n***a speakin' on my name, got his b*t*h f**ked
I got some 6 Mile hoes, get your b*t*h jumped
If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, shut the f**k up
(If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, shut the f**k up)
(If it ain't 'bout no money, n***a shut the f**k up, n***a)
(Shut the f**k up if you ain't got a hundred bands, n***a)
(If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, shut the f**k up)
(Ayy, shut the f**k up if you can't move a hundred grams, n***a)
(If it ain't 'bout no money, n***a, shut the f**k up, n***a)
(N***a, shut the f**k up if you ain't got a hundred bands, n***a)
(If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, shut the f**k up)
(Ayy, shut the f**k up if you can't move a hundred grams, n***a)
I got a hundred on this b*t*h, I don't miss often, for real
Back to back 'Cats, I don't miss walkin'
Come get your b*t*h off me, I'm known for sh*t talkin'
I'm known for script bustin'
Ain't no iffy, yeah, that b*t*h f**kin'
Get money, ayy, that's all I ever knew
You got a dollar on that b*t*h, you better shoot
(You got a dollar on that b*t*h, you better shoot)
Ayy
Thousand grams in the pot, thousand beans down the way
Thousand-gram Cuban on my neck, 'Dweller, f**k a Patek
And your b*t*h, she gon' f**k for a check
When you say it, say my name with some f**kin' respect
All these losses I done took, I appreciate the wins
When your car cost two hundred, you appreciate the Benz
Had a threesome with my b*t*h, I appreciate her friends
Cooper Street to my hood, we gon' keep it in the fam, n***a
Gettin' chicken, I ain't never been a ham, n***a
Got it out the mud, I ain't never did a scam, n***a
R.I.P. to all the fallen soldiers, free the fam, n***a
Shut the f**k up if you ain't got a hundred bands, n***a
Ayy, shut the f**k up if you can't move a hundred grams, n***a
I'm the man in here, residue on all the pans in here
Sh*t get ran in here, b*t*h, I done blew a hundred bands this year
Ain't no cappin', if I get f**ked up, b*t*h, it ain't no rappin'
It's all action, if we gon' do it, do it with a pa**ion
We ain't just rappin', we state the facts like we dispatchin'
These n***as d**k suckin', they ridin' waves like a crew captain
N***as lost they way 'cause within months, we done blew past 'em
Put these n***as on they back, get these boys a coffin
They ain't got no money, have 'em take it out the church offering
Left a hole in the n***a head like a sea dolphin
Every n***a in my team want bodies like an auction
Yeah, Glock 40, homie, I do no talking
Ten bands on your head, have my bro off you
Yeah, ayy, I only f**k with real n***as
6 Mile, East Warren, I'm with real hitters
Yeah, clout chasing, n***a, get your b*t*h f**ked
On my way to Western U to get my d**k sucked
B*t*h head so weak, can't get my d**k up
Yeah, I don't want your b*t*h, come pick your b*t*h up
B*t*h d**k suckin'
Heard I shoot trips and swipe hair for b*t*hes
Play with toys, rap, and get 'bows in, merry Christmas
N***as know who to play with, ain't gotta tell these n***as
Hanging out the window, get to blowing like an air conditioner
F**k it, hop out with that ratchet like the man on Cheaters
All these ratchets, all these punches, feel like Jerry Springer
Can't name one b*t*h I can't f**k
Slow down, baby girl, when you suck it, ain't no rush
B*t*h say she got a n***a, she look single through these buffs
Did a [?][2:06] on that n***a, that sh*t really came in clutch
'Bout to pull up, rock a n***a's sh*t like he stuck
If it ain't 'bout no money, n***a, shut the f**k up, n***a
A thousand beans in her pu**y, have your b*t*h stuffed
Thirty racks on this Rollie, this b*t*h lit up
A n***a reach for this b*t*h, get his sh*t crushed
Twenty bottles on the way, light this b*t*h up
A n***a speakin' on my name, got his b*t*h f**ked
I got some 6 Mile hoes, get your b*t*h jumped
If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, shut the f**k up
(If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, shut the f**k up)
(If it ain't 'bout no money, n***a shut the f**k up, n***a)
(Shut the f**k up if you ain't got a hundred bands, n***a)
(If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, shut the f**k up)
(Ayy, shut the f**k up if you can't move a hundred grams, n***a)
(If it ain't 'bout no money, n***a, shut the f**k up, n***a)
(N***a, shut the f**k up if you ain't got a hundred bands, n***a)
(If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, shut the f**k up)
(Ayy, shut the f**k up if you can't move a hundred grams, n***a)
