Shut Up Songtext
von Adam Calhoun

Haters throwin′ shade like the sun down (sun down)
Heater on my waist, don't get gunned down (bang, bang)
Bitch, you know I rock like the run-down (bow, bow)
Stack it, then I rack it like a gun round (oh, huh, oh, huh)

Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up

Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up

Just a moment of silence
Before I get violent
I′m just tryin' to warn you
If you don't wanna die, then bye then


′Cause I′m hidin' nine millimetres inside the linen of my jeans
Don′t try me, less you're tryin′ to meet Jesus
Body, then hide you in the leaves
I'm probably out my mind, I mean geez

I′m drivin' on a highway in a diesel
Noddin' tryin′ to find the street you reside in
When I find you, I′m beatin' eyes ′til you're blind and can′t see
You cryin' ′cause you're dyin' and bleedin′

Pleadin′ for your life and screamin'
But I ain′t tryna hear that
(Shut the fuck up)

Haters throwin' shade like the sun down (sun down)
Heater on my waist, don′t get gunned down (bang, bang)
Bitch, you know I rock like the run-down (bow, bow)
Stack it, then I rack it like a gun round (oh, huh, oh, huh)

Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up

Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy (ha)
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up


I been smokin' on them flowers, bouquet boy (uh, huh, uh, huh)
Needa peel your top back, toupee boy (back, back)
I make hits, call me Bobby Boucher boy
Bitch, you know I drop bombs, Hussain boy

O-O-Only smoke gas, call it butane
You′re too bougie, need to move
Or you're pussy like the poontang

All about my chains, watch it mutate
Mobbin' with my homies and we kick it like Lui Kang
Hillbilly thug mixin′ liquor with the Kool-Aid
You know I keep it real like the field for a movie

Mind sharp as a cutter, my mind gone in the gutter
I take a beat and I fuck it like it′s a groupie (huh, huh)

Haters throwin' shade like the sun down (sun down)
Heater on my waist, don′t get gunned down (bang, bang)
Bitch, you know I rock like the run-down (bow, bow)
Stack it, then I rack it like a gun round (huh, huh)

Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up

Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up