Music: Rakim Mayers/Adam King Feeney/Brahim Gousse/Keione Dante Benson/Larrance Dopson/Lamar Mars Edwards
Shut the **** up (Ooh)
Shut the **** up
Shut the **** up
Shut the **** 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
Aye, **** stickin' to the plan
I'm tryna stick it to the man (What?)
I'm out of luck, rush, what?
Woo
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 ****ed up
Off this shit, I lucked up
Yeah, they ****ed up
They done got me ****ed up
Now I'm ****ed up
Off that shit that I done drunk
Man, these **** out of luck
What? (Aye-aye)
How you ask for handouts and you ain't hit the concrete?
They say haitians eatin' cats, I make sure my dogs eat
Rich, rich, rich, rich, I make sure it's under the seat
Eh, eh, eh, eh, I ain't got no time for the weak (Aye-aye, 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 **** duck-duck
When are you and rihannaβ?
Shut the **** up
Like when's the new album gonnaβ?
Shut the **** up
Back the **** up
Watch your mouth or get packed the **** up
Ah, shoot 'em in a barrel (Ah, kill, kill)
Keep on wakin' till the overkill
Big old bully and a half a milli'
Get up with 'em in a half a milli'
A$ap horny, livin' faulty, ****ed up
Pull up, goofy ****, shut the **** up
Maserati full of bucka-bucka
Show no mercy to these mother****ers (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 (Aye-aye)
Sock a bitch, throw some shit (Aye-aye)
Bitch talkin' like she know some shit
Broke **** 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 (Aye-aye, aye-aye)
You ain't even on all that (Aye-aye, aye-aye)
You ain't even on all that (Aye-aye)
That could be a face lift (Aye-aye)
That could be a dome split (Aye-aye)
That could be a face lift (Oh)
You ain't even onto that
Shut the **** up (Shut the **** up)
Shut the **** up (Shut the **** up)
Shut the **** up (Shut the **** up)
Bitch, shut the **** up (Shut the **** up)
Shut the **** up (Shut the **** up)
Shut the **** up (Shut the **** up)
Shut the **** up, let me hear it
Shut the **** up (Shut the **** up, shut the **** up)
Shut the **** up (Shut the **** up)
Shut the **** up (Shut the **** up)
Bitch, shut the **** up (Shut the **** up)
Shut the **** up (Shut the **** up)
Shut the **** up (Shut the **** up)
Shut the **** up, let me hear it (Shut the **** up)
Shut the **** up