STFU (Shut The F*ck Up)

[Produced by Fatin]

[Intro]

[Hook]
Time to face the facts
You play your Roulette
Always bet on black
Ain't never went nowhere
But black is back
So when grown folks talkin'
You shut your trap

[Verse 1]
This shit sound like the theme song
For anybody trying to get they scheme on
Anybody that's bout it like when the scene on
Half the scene tall, been running things like Cream Corn
Too ghetto to falsetto
But packed inside my jacket the ratchet is full-metal
Reacting to attractions, chat with a little devil
He reinstated my license to kill at all levels
Blacker than the ace of spades
And more militant than your whole army brigade
Was on chillin' shit then my little brother was sprayed
Now I'm back killin' shit cuz the streets gotta be saved
Heat's gotta be raised, I'm reclaiming the city
You could bet your sweet ass, ma, half of ya titty
It's so off the hook I'mma have to get busy
With my staff back in tax, screamin' "Black is you wit me?"
If the song come get me

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Now here come the boom
My name ring bells like here come the groom
I'm all in your booze, all in the groove
All wins and you all can lose
Yeah I'm awful cool and threw the shit before I walked in the room
I'll make ya ask yaself, dog don't assume
If y'all gon' consume all of the brews
And a condom all licky gonn' give y'all the whoooooo
No great balls of fire, get you a lil richer
And your brauds gon' expire
When it come to those draws, boy, retire
These crackers done went too far, dog, you tired
It's time to clean up the streets, got a dime on the rhyme
And got 10 on the beats
Nicole was 5 stacks, the straps on the seat
Got bitches on my lap with they tracks on repeat
Can you dig shit deep?

[Hook]