HUSH

[Chorus: DizzyEight]
We going up
Sitting at the top like we stuck
Brodie want my spot he out of luck
Steppin to the crew you getting crushed
We been eating good and all you biting is the dust
You don’t get no love round here
Playing with my team you’ll lose some blood round here
Playing with my blood’ll get you touched round here
If You don’t want no problems keep it hush round here

[Verse 1: Louverture]
He tryna resurrect, knock off his head again, sigh (ensure I dead shit)
It’s kinda funny they put in more studio time yet my worst still competе with they best shit
I let a jay chirp away whilе I stroll into fame, getting traffic just like intersections
All my opps call me a burger since I’m quick to beef when you play with the bread, cheese and lettuce

Best get the message, lil pointdexter musical genius make gold out of dust
Too RAW for the thugs, I ain’t a jester, play for me jokes? Then nigga, it’s up
I been had enough, they been tryna black ball a G, p-p-plotting, tryna drop me
Had to T up, fuck yo weak ass haki, frauds get disembodied

Smoke ‘em like bud, Louie still training in gyms, let’s see them talk big when I’m bigger
I know some bitches that can’t get the kid out they mind tryna play me like I’m not a rizzer
BODIED HIM - with his own flow… that shit embarrassing nigga
Bro think I’m shook when he press, you can sub, you can diss, threaten death and I won’t even SHIVER

[Chorus: DizzyEight]
We going up
Sitting at the top like we stuck
Brodie want my spot he out of luck
Steppin to the crew you getting crushed
We been eating good and all you biting is the dust
You don’t get no love round here
Playing with my team you’ll lose some blood round here
Playing with my blood’ll get you touched round here
If You don’t want no problems keep it hush round here

[Verse 2: Ham Sandwich]
Keep it quiet or you dying, nigga I ain't even trying but I'm sliding
Money multiplying, purchasing the finest in designer
You a fly I'm flyer, try me put his face up on a flyer
You a social climber, sipping on that Grimace, on that Grimer
Give that boy a shiner, punch drunk, I feel like I'm a Friar
Way I keep it Tucked, boy don't push your luck before I fire
Send him deep enough, that he ain't gettin out without revivers
Catch me creeping up, on buddy ass, his situation dire
Shit gets scary in my area
Try me and I'm flaring ya
You the weakest link
That's why your homies have to carry ya
Gojo keep a barrier
Bitch blocker, I parry her
Taking his squad out solo, you would think I called a Harrier
She want me to marry her, way she sucking me down, I'm top dog
I'm the talk of the town, when I speak, they ain't making no sound like
Hush, nigga, heh
Hush, nigga, they ain't making no sound like