SHUTTUP

[Intro]
I miss you angel
Vagex
Harm
Yeah, shit, this is some real shit
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)

[Chorus]
Still sippin' on that red, okay, I think I'll never let up
Still waitin' on Fed-Ex truck, okay, I think I'm getting fed up
Can't trust too many niggas, okay, I think that it's set up
30 mg addy in me, my bitch told me to shut up (My bitch told me to shut up, told me to shut up)

[Verse]
Baby it's money, and we're not talking
Lane up, lane up in this AMG, it make me nauseous
Feds be right behind me, what you think that I'm gon' stop, yeah
Baby take this perc, and get whatever's off your conscience
Stem the release up in me, yeah, I'm in a different time, yeah
Used to be rolled that shit, now I can put racks on yo' mind
Whoop yo' daddy, and one pill think I'm seeing out of sights
Pour up think 'bout JFK, I almost fucking cried
Boy you take me to them percs, I'm way too fucked (I'm way too fucked, I'm way too fucked)
Thumbin' through them demons, getting cuts, what the fuck, yeah
Add me up, add me up, add me up, ain't enough
Hard filleted up on racks like it's a plus (It's a plus)

[Chorus]
Still sippin' on that red, okay, I think I'll never let up
Still waitin' on Fed-Ex truck, okay, I think I'm getting fed up
Can't trust too many niggas, okay, I think that it's set up
30 mg addy in me, my bitch told me to shut up (My bitch told me to shut up, told me to shut up)