Lyrics:

Haters throwin' shade like the sun down (Sun down)

Heater on my waist, don't get gunned down (Bang, bang)

Bitch you know I rock like the run down (Bow, bow)

Stack it, then I rack it like a gun round

Shut up, shut up, shut up boy

Shut up, shut up, shut up boy

Shut up, shut up, shut up boy

Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up

Shut up, shut up, shut up boy

Shut up, shut up, shut up boy

Shut up, shut up, shut up boy

Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up


Just a moment of silence

Before I get violent

I'm just tryin' to warn you

If you don't wanna die then bye then

'Cause I'm hidin' 9mm inside the waist linin' of my jeans

Don't try me, less you're tryin' to meet Jesus

Body then hide you in the leaves

I'm probably out my mind, I mean geez

I'm drivin' on a highway in a diesel

Noddin' tryin' to find the street you reside in

When I find you I'm beatin' eyes 'til your blind and can't see you

Cryin' 'cause you're dyin' and bleedin'

Pleadin' for your life and screamin'

But I ain't tryin' hear that

Shut the fuck up


Haters throwin' shade like the sun down (Sun down)

Heater on my waist, don't get gunned down (Bang, bang)

Bitch you know I rock like the run down (Bow, bow)

Stack it, then I rack it like a gun round

Shut up, shut up, shut up boy

Shut up, shut up, shut up boy

Shut up, shut up, shut up boy

Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up

Shut up, shut up, shut up boy

Shut up, shut up, shut up boy

Shut up, shut up, shut up boy

Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up


I been smokin' on them flowers, bouquet boy

Needa peel your top back, toupee boy

I make hits, call me Bobby Boucher boy

Bitch you know I drop bombs, Hussain boy

O-O-Only smoke gas, call it butane, you're too bougie

Need to move, or you're pussy like the poontang

All about my chains watch it mutate

Mobbin' with my homies and we kick it like Lui Kang

Hillbilly thug mixin' liquor with the Kool-Aid

You know I keep it real like the field for a movie

Mine sharp as a cutter, my mind gone in the gutter

I take a beat and I fuck it like it's a groupie


Haters throwin' shade like the sun down (Sun down)

Heater on my waist, don't get gunned down (Bang, bang)

Bitch you know I rock like the gun down (Bow, bow)

Stack it, then I rack it like a run round

Shut up, shut up, shut up boy

Shut up, shut up, shut up boy

Shut up, shut up, shut up boy

Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up

Shut up, shut up, shut up boy

Shut up, shut up, shut up boy

Shut up, shut up, shut up boy

Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up