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shut up - splitzismyname lyrics

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n*gga run up, i’ll leave him in the grave
he try to hang out but i know he a lame
he faking that sh*t, he do it for the fame
r.i.p to my bros that died in that flame

i’ll k!ll that n*gga if he think that i’m funny
he run up on me make him hop like a bunny
i’ll smack the f*ck out of that n*gga lil huddy
talk sh*t for the fame now your name looking muddy

i’m going psycho, i don’t give a f*ck
you run up on me well you sh*t out of luck
you run up on me, you get shot like a duck
he run up on me, i’ll hit him with his truck

he run up on me, now that n*gga gon’ die
got hands on a glock, i’ll send him to the sky
lil n*gga can run, but that n*gga can’t hide
i’m always one*hundred, i never could lie

f*ck the police, i ain’t talking to cops
i got me a glock, i use it as a mop
use it as a mop to wipe all of my opps
if i catch him lacking, that n*gga get popped

he run up on me, let a lesson be taught
he running his mouth, i ain’t letting him talk
he talking that sh*t, beat him down like the rock
he run up on me, i ain’t letting him walk
i find his location, i’m not gonna knock
he talking that sh*t, i’ll shoot up his whole block
he run up on me, threw his head off the dock
i’m always on time, i’m always on the clock

oh, matty b, that n*gga can’t even rap
his music is garbage, that sh*t should be scr*pped
he say he can rap, but his music is ass
he should’ve done threw that sh*t in the trash

they hating on me cause i’m telling the truth
he say he got guns but he can’t even shoot
he talking that sh*t, turn his ass to a mute
you talking that sh*t, now i’m looking for you

don’t get me started on matty gz
you say you can k!ll a n*gga, b*tch please
if you ever talking that sh*t about me
you’ll see flying bullets all up in 3d

i stay with the sh*t i ain’t playing no games
they know me, they never forgetting my name
you talking for clout, man, you do it for fame
man, n*gga you dumb, stupid b*tch, you a lame

that n*gga got nervous, he ghosted the map
i sneak up on you like i’m cat in the hat
you run up on me, i’ll hit you with this gat
i’m k!lling that n*gga if he is a rat
while running from me, he ran into a tree
he talking sh*t, i know he scared of me
i don’t pay attention while she spilling tea
i don’t give a f*ck, stop talking to me

i wanted to rap since i was like, three
the haters they talking, ain’t letting me be
i’ll show them they should’ve stopped f*cking with me
run up on me, make you dance like billie jean

he sending them bullets and all of them missed
i’m blinding this n*gga, no solar eclipse
he say he got shots, but he missed
i’m k!lling the n*gga, i don’t give a sh*t

i went to the club and i came with my k
stop talking sh*t, yeah i had a bad day
you run up on me, i’ll hit you with this ray
you talking that sh*t, i’ll shoot you in your face

cracking your skull like it’s made out of glass
yo dissing on me, but your music is trash
you talking that sh*t better clean up that act
or i’ll run up on you with my pistol intact

run up on me, flat you out like glue
i’m stomping my opps and i’m using my shoe
i used to be sad, i was in the blue
i heard you was talking, i’m looking for you
wiping my opps like my name mr. clean
i just bought a glock and it came with a beam
you run up on me, i’ll put you on a screen
b*tch

- splitzismyname lyrics

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