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shut the fuck up talking to me
by Zack Fox
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Yeah, yeah, bitch
Sit yo' stupid-ass down, nigga
Hop out the Ghost while you flyin' Spirit
Out in Paris in the mirror, tryna check my appearance
Gettin' head while I'm steerin', singin' Marvin lyrics
You wit ya dusty-ass bitch runnin' errands
Don't get embarrassed tryna snatch my karats
My niggas barbaric, shit could get ugly as fuck like Ed Sheeran
Catch you on a off day like Ferris, shoot you in ya larynx
Kick ya baby out the carriage then I flee the scene
Hop up in that big body bitch like it's Gundam Wing
Then go and do a speech like Dr. King, walk to the mic and scream
"Shut the fuck up talkin' to me"
With ya baby mama watchin' the rain drizzle
Candles lit listening to Kevin Lyttle
You on ya man's couch eatin' Krystal's
She finna suck my like a Bissell
She said you rarely ever catch the signals
You could tell I was a menace by the grimace in my baby pictures
Atlanta nigga until the death of me
Afro grown, shirt open like it's the 70s
Bitch I'll fly a drone to your crib and blow up everything
Rain down from Heaven with weapons like they some melodies
My foot on they neck while I'm eatin' nectarines
Loyalty is often spoke about but it's seldom seen
I'm in the port of Miami offa seven beans
Nigga tried to swing I hit him with a pedigree
Bitch, think I'm trapped 'cause she got my baby, nigga, please
Before I change the diaper on a jit
I'll drink a fifth of bleach, fuck you mean?
Shut the fuck up talkin' to me (yeah)
On the block with a cougar, sippin' Palomas
Hit the spa and do some yoga
Keep the 9 like the SCOTUS
Stuck wit my niggas like legs to the plastic of yo' grandmama sofa
Shit, fuck
You niggas grunts, you better lay low
My way too niggas elite, leave 'em wit halos
Yeah they know, RIP to LO
I'm in the plaza readin' Plato
Why you always tryna flex with dracos?
Yeah, you let it sing
But that bitch wasn't hittin' shit like it was J-LO
You wanna seat at the cracker table
I'm tryna burn the whole house down like Django
Truth hurt like steppin' on a LEGO
I don't like rappers, I be buying tickets
Go to they shows and throw tomatoes like, "Ayo, boo this nigga"
Shut the fuck up talkin' to me
Yeah, yeah, bitch
Sit yo' stupid-ass down, nigga
Hop out the Ghost while you flyin' Spirit
Out in Paris in the mirror, tryna check my appearance
Gettin' head while I'm steerin', singin' Marvin lyrics
You wit ya dusty-ass bitch runnin' errands
Don't get embarrassed tryna snatch my karats
My niggas barbaric, shit could get ugly as fuck like Ed Sheeran
Catch you on a off day like Ferris, shoot you in ya larynx
Kick ya baby out the carriage then I flee the scene
Hop up in that big body bitch like it's Gundam Wing
Then go and do a speech like Dr. King, walk to the mic and scream
"Shut the fuck up talkin' to me"
With ya baby mama watchin' the rain drizzle
Candles lit listening to Kevin Lyttle
You on ya man's couch eatin' Krystal's
She finna suck my like a Bissell
She said you rarely ever catch the signals
You could tell I was a menace by the grimace in my baby pictures
Atlanta nigga until the death of me
Afro grown, shirt open like it's the 70s
Bitch I'll fly a drone to your crib and blow up everything
Rain down from Heaven with weapons like they some melodies
My foot on they neck while I'm eatin' nectarines
Loyalty is often spoke about but it's seldom seen
I'm in the port of Miami offa seven beans
Nigga tried to swing I hit him with a pedigree
Bitch, think I'm trapped 'cause she got my baby, nigga, please
Before I change the diaper on a jit
I'll drink a fifth of bleach, fuck you mean?
Shut the fuck up talkin' to me (yeah)
On the block with a cougar, sippin' Palomas
Hit the spa and do some yoga
Keep the 9 like the SCOTUS
Stuck wit my niggas like legs to the plastic of yo' grandmama sofa
Shit, fuck
You niggas grunts, you better lay low
My way too niggas elite, leave 'em wit halos
Yeah they know, RIP to LO
I'm in the plaza readin' Plato
Why you always tryna flex with dracos?
Yeah, you let it sing
But that bitch wasn't hittin' shit like it was J-LO
You wanna seat at the cracker table
I'm tryna burn the whole house down like Django
Truth hurt like steppin' on a LEGO
I don't like rappers, I be buying tickets
Go to they shows and throw tomatoes like, "Ayo, boo this nigga"
Shut the fuck up talkin' to me
