Shut the fuck up (ooh)
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Is there heaven for a pig? Might spray paint that on my van
Hit 200 on the bridge, screamin', "Catch me if you can"
Mama, I'm not comin' home, I've been livin' with the band
Ay, fuck stickin' to the plan, I'm tryna stick it to the man
What? (Whoo) 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
What? What? (No time) eyes so rushed
I done fucked up, off this shit, I lucked up
Yeah, they fucked up, they done got me fucked up
Now I'm fucked up, off that shit that I done drunk
Man, these niggas out of luck, what?
(Ay-ay) how you ask for a handouts, and you ain't hit the concrete?
They say Haitians eatin' cats, I make sure my dawgs 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 (ay-ay)
No time (whoo), look at the Patek (whoo), no time
Keep lookin' back at it, no time
Yeah, what's up, sir? I'm really up, up
Tell Gousse, tell these niggas duck-duck
When are you and Rihanna (shut the fuck up)
Like when's the new album gonna (shut the fuck up)
Back the fuck up, watch your mouth, or get packed the fuck up (ah)
Shoot 'em in a barrel (ah, kill, kill), keep on wakin' 'til the overkill (ah, kill, kill)
Big old bully and a half a milli', get up with 'em in a half a milli'
A$AP horny, livin' faulty, fucked up, pull up, goofy nigga, shut the fuck up
Maserati full of bucka-bucka, show no mercy to these motherfuckers
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 (ay-ay), sock a bitch, throw some shit (ay-ay)
Bitch talkin' like she know some shit, broke nigga always owe some shit
Always beggin', tryna hold some shit, he yeen my twin, on some Olsen shit
Quit lyin' to hos 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 (bah-bah), that could be a facelift (ay-ay-ay-ay)
You ain't even on all that (ay-ay-ay-ay), you ain't even on all that (ay-ay)
That could be a facelift (ay-ay),, uh, that could be a dome split, uh (ay-ay)
That could be a facelift (yeah), uh, you ain't even onto that
Shut the fuck up (shut the fuck up)
Shut the fuck up (shut the fuck up)
Shut the fuck up (shut the fuck up, bitch)
Shut the fuck up (shut the fuck up)
Shut the fuck up (shut the fuck)
Shut the fuck up (shut the fuck up)
Shut the fuck up (shut the fuck up, let me hear it)
Shut the fuck up (shut the fuck up)
Shut the fuck up (shut the fuck up)
Shut the fuck up (shut the fuck up)
Shut the fuck up (bitch, shut the fuck up)
Shut the fuck up (shut the fuck up)
Shut the fuck (shut the fuck up)
Shut the fuck up (shut the fuck up, let me hear it, shut the fuck up, fuck up)