STFU (feat. Xzayvier) Video (MV)

You on the outside lookin in
She in the section with us
She told you look but don't touch
She give me head like a brush

We all got our own we ain't passing the Dutch
Don't you think that it's weird that you huddle for blunts
Why would you tell me I'm doing too much
Probably mad cuz I'm spending a paycheck on lunch

Life was whooping my ass but I take a good punch
I had it, I lost it, then tripled back up
We gon' always be str8 don't you worry bout us
I be dressing so clean with that dirt in my cup

On a winning streak and pressing my luck
I'm addicted to money I can't get enough
Keep her around cuz she freaky as f*ck
When I'm counting money bae shut the f*ck up

Shut the f*ck up
Shut the f*ck up
Shut the f*ck up
When I'm counting money bae shut the f*ck up
Shut the f*ck up
Shut the f*ck up
Shut the f*ck up
When I'm counting money bae shut the f*ck up

It's always a loser that's running his mouth
Don't even know what he talkin about
Racing my goons I be hawkin' 'em down cuz the first one to make it gon' run in his house

Trynna be peaceful just roll out the pound
And the za screaming loud ain't no turning it down
You was on my nerves but you irking me now
That how laid out face down on the ground

We ain' hear what u said that's a sneak diss
Bad bitch and she gimme head like a retwist
She don't even use her hands when she slurp it
All my friends are dead on some Lil Uzi Vert shit

They think I'm shoplifting my pockets is stuffed
You get no points when you talk like you tough
I was right in your face I AINT JOHN CENA bruh
If you ain't running up you can shut the f*ck up

Shut the f*ck up
Shut the f*ck up
Shut the f*ck up
If you aint running up you can shut the f*ck up
Shut the f*ck up
Shut the f*ck up
Shut the f*ck up
If you aint running up you can shut the f*ck up

Too many rumors from niggas with roommates they pullin out stacks with no blue faces
Errbody trap now they move weight These Hoes got the pack like a suitcase
Who fake? Errbody two faced Errbody shoelace untied trippin on bullshit
They talkin outta they neck They only loud on the net
The money power respect my scripture Empty the magazine on the scene when I press the issue
Issa mental illness they convinced the realest ones...
Be on the app wit the cap for real they bums...
Owing the plug and every hoe in the club say if you don't cash out then they ain't showin no love
Yall rappin bout shit I did way back when On the moon from the shrooms when I made that trend
Tryna pull a back door but you say that's twin They tried to use me for views but it ain't happenin
Now breath in Breathe out You want smoke get ya candles blew out
Knowin im the man you a fan cool out Runnin yall mouth finna make me lose count ion lose shit
Who's this poppin out tryna get clout next My shit bumpin need valtrex
I Ain't realize when I said it not to start shit, Set myself apart meant Yall ain't even went and got a house yet