Starlito - Shut Up lyrics

rate me

Feat. Don Trip

(Verse)

I need a calculator and a tape measure

In other words, my paper long

Shoot your ass with this 22

And you won't die untill you make it home

I don't give a fuck if they don't like me

That's my favorite song

We beefin', just know my money right

I prefer fillet mignon

See me in a rental car, pro'ly right, filthy

Strapped like somebody tryna kill me,

Somebody gotta feel me

A lot of my partners pro'ly plotting

Prolly then shot somebody then forgot about it

Im outcha thugging, can't lie about it

P's of that master cush, let's just say

I'm 'bout it, bout it

Chilling with my Booja bitch, all she eat is calamari

Man if looks could kill

Go check her closet, shawty got a body

Approach me with the smallest problem

Shooting like a bottle rocket

East side, I gotta shot

Parachuting, sky diving

Parasailing, rock climbing

Bunjiejumping of the highest mountain

That's fly shit, my kind of shit,

I might ask your girl if she can drive a stick

I'm stunting hard,go by the mall

Take her wid me, I won't buy her shit

(Pre-Hook)

If you don't owe a nigga shit, then this yo' song

If you owe em ,n you ain't pay em, well you know you wrong

You might feel like me and say fuck 'em,

And then move on

What eva the case, I ain't tryna catch it, just sing along

(Hook x2)

Shut up, bitch, I'm grindin'

Shut up, bitch, I'm grindin'

Looking for me, lets talk money

That's the only way you will find me

(Verse)

In case you needed a reminder

We on that grind cuh

Won't be surprised if my shoes are scuffed

Looka how I climbed up

Working out like the fitness club

Moving pound without signing up

Put cameras er'where

Nigga,got tired of fucking the blinds up

Watching The money is where you find us

Your baby momma just a fine slut

The only way she having my kid

Is she don't swallow for nine months

I finally made my mind up

Ain't tryna end up in no lineup

Been major since I was a minor

Love money more than vagina

I'm tryna tell ya I'm scared to talk on my cellular

A hundid pounds of that grade A

My momma ain't raise no failure

I finally got my bells up

Fuck am I using a scale for

Straps, I neva get held up

They won't find your ass 'til they smell you

Two pumps like an inhaler

Two months ago I took a l, brother

I'm just now bouncing back from it

Tryna triple up these lil' rap money

You niggas rappin for gas money

Still cashing checks from cash money

Grind like I'm down to my last hundred

Ride 'til I die like a crash dummie

When I'm out,on the town , yo, I'm riding around

Got my mind on the thousand right now, bitch

When I'm out in the town, ain't no patting me down

Cause that .9 is part of my outfit

Shoot with the same hand i count with

Few hundid bands on my house, bitch

I'm going in like I'm grounded

And i am as fly, as a round trip

(Pre-Hook)

If you don't owe a nigga shit, then this yo' song

If you owe em, n you aint pay em, well you know you wrong

You might feel like me and say fuck 'em,

And then move on

What eva the case, I ain't tryna catch it, just sing along

(Hook x2)

Shut up, bitch, I'm grindin'

Shut up, bitch, I'm grindin'

Looking for me, lets talk money

That's the only way you will find me

Thanks to Kait for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Jerrius for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Kait for correcting these lyrics