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Yung Mal - Shut Up lyrics

Artist: Yung Mal

album: Walkin'


'Cause I don't cease, nigga
So many motherfuckin' diamonds on top of my wrist
Everywhere I go the want to go peace
I pay Peter, so I can just so I cut to my feet
It's drillin' and fillin', I'm gon' cool with those sticks
I said,"Niggas ain't rockin' like this
Rescue 'em a hit, ain't really had to pay shit
Had to stay down I ain't help pay shit
She try to trap me, I use late tips
Still wrapped in my hood, I be duck behind tent
Iceberg got this shit hot like some grease
Bitch, already know how I rock, and she hit it
So many racks that she stack like a whoo
Straighten em' out, she so dead like a noose
I'm runnin' this shit right now like I'm Trump
4X4 when I pull up in truck
Lil' nigga ain't get to tha money, just shut up
When I walk in badminton areana alone
I gotta roll it, son, both of my own's
Ya'll says nigga da cream of the corn
Since when did 3 make it blow like a horn?
So many need a 12 cock a rush
That nigga pussy they fakin' fo such
Ain't got time now bitch, I need a reward
Put racks on top of yo head, a reward
Bitch, I run shit 'round here like tha warden
I ball like Jordan (I ball)
What the fuck, she tryna record it? (Nasty, kill)
Killin' that gal like abortion (Kill)
Ferrari with the horses
I get a jet, like Nike endorsement
My wrist as
So many motherfuckin' diamonds on top of my wrist
Everywhere I go the want to go peace
I pay Peter, so I can just so I cut to my feet
It's drillin' and fillin', I'm gon' cool with those sticks
I said,"Niggas ain't rockin' like this
Rescue at hit, ain't really had to pay shit
Had to stay down, I ain' help pay shit
She try to trap me, I used late tips
Still wrapped up my hood, I be ducked behind tents
Iceberg got this shit hot like some grease
Bitch already know how I rock, and she hit
So many racks that she stacked like a whoo
Straighten em' out, she so dead like a noose
I'm runnin' this shit right now like I'm Trump
4X4 when I pull up the truck
Lil' nigga ain't get to tha money, just shut up
Shhh, yeah that ho ain't get to the money
Pretendin ho, shut up, shut up
Naw, 4 none of ya'll ho, a bitch be set up
Shit, I take out them pay
Niggas just watch where you step
Yeah, these bitches I got they gold diggers
They just wanna fuck
Yeah, they had a cat low key, but fuck that shit
I swich to my lane
And pull up with the buck, buckshot
Shit, a curb full of brains
Yeah, tall in LA I'm smokin' their best, I'm smokin all night
LA, shots, we knock off ya head
So many motherfuckin' diamonds on top of my wrist
Everywhere I go the want to go peace
I pay Peter, so I can just so I cut to my feet
It's drillin' and fillin', I'm gon' cool it with them sticks
I said,"Niggas ain't rockin' like this."
Rescue them hit, ain't really had to pay shit
Had to stay down, I ain't help pay shit
She try to trap me, I used late tips
Still wrapped in my hood, I be ducked behind tent
Iceberg got this shit hot like some grease
Bitch already know how I rock,and she hit it
So many racks, she stacked like a whoo
Straighten em' out, she so dead like a noose
I'm runnin' this shit right now like I'm Trump
4X4 when I pull up in truck
Lil' nigga ain't get to tha money, just shut up
And bet up me and yo nigga, yeah we not insane
I'm bustin' out bezzles
Bit by they range they switch out them lanes
I hold it together
Niggas aint is real as the motherfuckin' claim (Why?)
I just tell 'em, shut up
I got two Glocks, and them bitches go bang
I bust 'em together
They hot as a devil, bow you a flex
Nigga be eggin' like bitches they broke
They went on tha settle
Hidin' in plain, I don't even propose
Wrapped in my chains, my diamonds they yellow
Yeah we were broke, but you watch, it get better
Check's in tha mail, and it came in tha hood
So many motherfuckin' diamonds on top of my wrist
Everywhere I go the want to go peace
I pay Peter, so I can just so I cut to my feet
It's drillin' and fillin', I'm gon' cool it with them sticks
I said,"Niggas ain't rockin' like this."
Rescue them hit, ain't really had to pay shit
Had to stay down, I ain' help pay shit
She try to trap me, I use late tips
Still wrapped in my hood, I be duck behind tent
Iceberg got this shit hot like some grease
Bitch already know how I rock,and she hit it
So many racks, she stacked like a whoo
Straighten em' out, she so dead like a noose
I'm runnin' this shit right now like I'm Trump
4X4 when I pull up in truck
Lil' nigga ain't get to tha money, just shut up

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