Shut Down

[Intro]
(It's [?], baby)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Pull up in that all black mask with the .40 on my side
Couple shots and this shit shut down (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
Pop a hundred bottles in the club
And we still turnt up even after the shit shut down
We gon' get wild 'til that shit shut down (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
We blowin' loud 'til that shit shut down (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
Pull up on ya, get this shit shut down (Hey)
You can fuck around and get this shit shut down (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
All I do is hustle for the benefits (Yeah)
Ain't with the money team, but I don't need a membership (No)
I got a couple foreign lesbians up in the whip (Skrrt-skrrt)
I'm blowin' loud like it was a Sega Genesis (Hey), ayy
I can tell you niggas what the business is
I bet I take a nigga food 'fore he finish it
Take a L, nigga, you don't know what winnin' is (Yeah)
I been pushin' like I don't know what the limit is (Turn me up)
Hit the club submarine style, in here too deep
Ballin' like a pro, sumo level on preach
Hittin' that Cali's what I'm flauntin', so my back on fleek
You ain't talkin' 'bout money, homie, don't even speak (Ow!)
'Cause you don't know who came with the heat
Plus you and your crew lookin' weak, hey

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Pull up in that all black mask with the .40 on my side
Couple shots and this shit shut down (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
Pop a hundred bottles in the club
And we still turnt up even after the shit shut down
We gon' get wild 'til that shit shut down (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
We blowin' loud 'til that shit shut down (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
Pull up on ya, get this shit shut down (Hey)
You can fuck around and get this shit shut down (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: HoodyBaby, Chris Brown, HoodyBaby & Chris Brown]
Run up in your trap, it's a kick though (Oh)
Caught you with your pants down, this a shit show (Oh)
Call me dollars starin' high, nigga, let the clip go (Ha!)
I'll whoop a pussy nigga like Klitschko (What?)
Now my old bitch trippin', she won't let go
Say my attitude bad, but my dick gold
Young nigga trap in designer
I thought I'd remind ya, my meat is turkey lasagna (Oh)
Why I got the birds, what the business is? (Yeah)
Got my Lamborghini, really, I don't need a bitch (No)
I just met the plug in San Antonio
I sent the bitch and the pack down to Tokyo
Same day, turn around on some merri-go
And my weed so loud, I can't hear ya, ho
You know, you dismissed before you exist, bitch

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Pull up in that all black mask with the .40 on my side
Couple shots and this shit shut down (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
Pop a hundred bottles in the club
And we still turnt up even after the shit shut down
We gon' get wild 'til that shit shut down (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
We blowin' loud 'til that shit shut down (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
Pull up on ya, get this shit shut down (Hey)
You can fuck around and get this shit shut down (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: Young Lo]
Bitch, we out here brackin', what the business is?
I just pulled a milli out the trap a bought a dealership
Back-to-back Lambs for the black-on-black Ghost
Told her I just want the cream, spread these niggas like toast
Bought her all red beam and it came with a scope
While these niggas talkin' chickens, I just get it out the boat
Ship it for the highest ticket, right now, it's for the low
For my bitches with the shit 'cause I can't fuck with square hoes
Lo, Lo

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Pull up in that all black mask with the .40 on my side
Couple shots and this shit shut down (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
Pop a hundred bottles in the club
And we still turnt up even after the shit shut down
We gon' get wild 'til that shit shut down (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
We blowin' loud 'til that shit shut down (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
Pull up on ya, get this shit shut down (Hey)
You can fuck around and get this shit shut down (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 4: YoungBlacc]
Look, look
I ain't never been afraid of a nigga
Black Rozay, twelve gauge on a nigga
Stay with the heat, D-Wade on a nigga
Hop up out the whip, catch a fade with a nigga, oh, Lord
Nigga be wildin' on bitches, kickin' down doors
That's 'cause we come from them trenches
No, we can't fuck with them snitches
Tippin' on fours, OHB all with the business
Nigga mighta ran up in your trap spot
Get it and then I'm gone, pilin' all the laptops
Thirty white bitches on my hip, that's a jackpot
Headin' to the bank 'cause we busy 'bout to cash out, woah
Blackout, no
All the nigga ransom in your trap house
That's a blackout, woah
It's OHB shit, fuck with some real ones, yeah

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Pull up in that all black mask with the .40 on my side
Couple shots and this shit shut down (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
Pop a hundred bottles in the club
And we still turnt up even after the shit shut down
We gon' get wild 'til that shit shut down (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
We blowin' loud 'til that shit shut down (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
Pull up on ya, get this shit shut down (Hey)
You can fuck around and get this shit shut down (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 5: Dee Cosey]
Fifty round clip'll get this bitch shut down
Kickin' field goals, catchin' plays, touch down (Score)
All my niggas on the mission, opp shit, man down
Flexin' hard, diamonds dancin' like they Chris Brown, nigga
I caught a plug, got them packs sent down (I got the packs right now)
I'm flexin' with my niggas, got them bands right now
If that goofy wanna snitch, I got the Ruger right now (I got the Ruger right now)
Thirty shots, do it to you right now, ayy (Boom-boom)
And you know how we rockin'
Fuckin' with bad bitches on coke and molly
Put molly in Act', now we turnt in the party
Too turnt in the party, we don't even got no option (Gang)
You know my gang and we runnin' shit (Gang-gang)
OHB, one hundred billion, bitch

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Pull up in that all black mask with the .40 on my side
Couple shots and this shit shut down (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
Pop a hundred bottles in the club
And we still turnt up even after the shit shut down
We gon' get wild 'til that shit shut down (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
We blowin' loud 'til that shit shut down (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
Pull up on ya, get this shit shut down (Hey)
You can fuck around and get this shit shut down (Yeah, yeah)

[Outro: Chris Brown]
Shit shut down
Shit shut down
Shit shut down
Shit shut down