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shut up - yung mal lyrics

[intro]
(zone 6 n*gga, pyrex whippa, pyrex)

[chorus: yung mal]
so many motherf*ckin’ diamonds on top of my wrist (yeah, yeah)
everywhere i go, they wan’ take a pic (take a pic)
they eat up the drip, so i custom my ‘fit (eat the drip)
still in the field, i’m equipped with them sticks (hah)
p*ssy ass n*ggas ain’t rockin’ like this (p*ssy)
couple racks get him hit, really ain’t have to pay sh*t
had to stay down, i ain’t have patience (stay down)
she try to trap me, i use latex (b*tch)
still ride through my hood, i be ducked behind tints (yeah)
iceburg got the sh*t hot like some grits (ice)
b*tch already know how i’m rockin’, she hit (yeah)
so many racks, that sh*t stacked like a book (racks, yeah)
straight in her mouth, she suck d*ck like a nook (b*tch)
i’m runnin’ this sh*t right now like i’m trump (yeah)
four by four when i pull up in truck (pull up)
lil’ n*gga ain’t gettin’ to the money, just shut up (shh)

[verse 1: yung mal]
when i walk in the bank, make them ring the alarm (yeah)
i got a rolex on both of my arms (yeah)
zone 6 n*gga, the cream of the corn (zone)
.223, make it blow like a h*rn
so many cars, need a twelve*car garage
these n*ggas p*ssy, they fake and façade (hah)
beat the trap down, b*tch, i need an award
put racks on top of your head, a reward (racks)
b*tch, i run sh*t ’round here like the warden (uh*huh)
ball like jordan (i ball)
f*ck her, she tryna record it (nasty)
k!llin’ the game like abortion (k!lled it)
ferrari, it came with the horses
i get a check like nike endors*m*nt
my wrist like rikers, it’s water (rikers island)

[chorus: yung mal & lil keed]
so many motherf*ckin’ diamonds on top of my wrist (yeah, yeah)
everywhere i go, they wan’ take a pic (take a pic)
they eat up the drip, so i custom my ‘fit (eat the drip)
still in the field, i’m equipped with them sticks (hah)
p*ssy ass n*ggas ain’t rockin’ like this (p*ssy)
couple racks get him hit, really ain’t have to pay sh*t
had to stay down, i ain’t have patience (stay down)
she try to trap me, i use latex (b*tch)
still ride through my hood, i be ducked behind tints (yeah)
iceburg got the sh*t hot like some grits (ice)
b*tch already know how i’m rockin’, she hit (yeah)
so many racks, that sh*t stacked like a book (racks, yeah)
straight in her mouth, she suck d*ck like a nook (b*tch)
i’m runnin’ this sh*t right now like i’m trump (yeah)
four by four when i pull up in truck (yeah, pull up)
lil’ n*gga ain’t gettin’ to the money, just shut up (keed, talk to ’em, shh)

[verse 2: lil keed]
yeah, if the ho that you f*ckin’ ain’t gettin’ to no money, please tell that ho shut up (shut up, b*tch)
no, i don’t f*ck with none of the young hoes, these b*tches be set*ups (ugh)
sh*t, i just got a paint job, n*gga, just watch where you step (shh)
yeah, these b*tches i got, they gold*diggers, they just wanna f*ck (let’s go)
in the h*llcat and it’s low*key, but f*ck that sh*t, i’m switching out lane
and pull up with this buck*buckshot, sh*t, curb full of brains
yeah, boy, i’m in la, yeah, i’m smokin’ the best, i’m smokin’ on dank (wow, la)
shots at his brain, we knock off his head, give a f*ck what you think

[chorus: yung mal, lil keed & lil gotit]
so many motherf*ckin’ diamonds on top of my wrist (yeah, yeah)
everywhere i go, they wan’ take a pic (yeah, slimeball, take a pic)
they eat up the drip, so i custom my ‘fit (eat the drip)
still in the field, i’m equipped with them sticks (hah)
p*ssy ass n*ggas ain’t rockin’ like this (p*ssy)
couple racks get him hit, really ain’t have to pay sh*t
had to stay down, i ain’t have patience (stay down)
she try to trap me, i use latex (b*tch)
still ride through my hood, i be ducked behind tints (yeah)
iceburg got the sh*t hot like some grits (ice)
b*tch already know how i’m rockin’, she hit (yeah)
so many racks, that sh*t stacked like a book (racks, yeah)
straight in her mouth, she suck d*ck like a nook (b*tch)
i’m runnin’ this sh*t right now like i’m trump (yeah)
four by four when i pull up in truck (pull up)
lil’ n*gga ain’t gettin’ to the money, just shut up (lil gotit, shh)

[verse 3: lil gotit]
and bet up (yeah)
me and your n*gga, yeah, we not the same (nah)
i’m bustin’ down bezels (rollies)
big body range, it switch out them lanes (skrrt)
i’m holdin’ it together (‘gether)
n*ggas ain’t real as they motherf*ckin’ claim (why?)
i just tell them shut up (yeah)
i got two glocks and them b*tches gon’ bang (frrt)
i bust ’em together
they hot as a devil
boy, you a flexer
these n*ggas be actin’ like b*tches, they broke (huh?)
they waitin’ on a settle
higher than a plane, i don’t need propellers
rocks in my chain, my diamonds, they yellow
yeah, we was broke, but you watched it get better
checks in the mail and it came in a letter (hood baby)

[chorus: yung mal]
so many motherf*ckin’ diamonds on top of my wrist (yeah, yeah)
everywhere i go, they wan’ take a pic (take a pic)
they eat up the drip, so i custom my ‘fit (eat the drip)
still in the field, i’m equipped with them sticks (hah)
p*ssy ass n*ggas ain’t rockin’ like this (p*ssy)
couple racks get him hit, really ain’t have to pay sh*t
had to stay down, i ain’t have patience (stay down)
she try to trap me, i use latex (b*tch)
still ride through my hood, i be ducked behind tints (yeah)
iceburg got the sh*t hot like some grits (ice)
b*tch already know how i’m rockin’, she hit (yeah)
so many racks, that sh*t stacked like a book (racks, yeah)
straight in her mouth, she suck d*ck like a nook (b*tch)
i’m runnin’ this sh*t right now like i’m trump (yeah)
four by four when i pull up in truck (pull up)
lil’ n*gga ain’t gettin’ to the money, just shut up (shh)

- yung mal lyrics

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