STFU Lyrics by A$AP Rocky Ft. Slay Squad
Shut the *** up (Ooh)
Shut the *** up
Shut the *** up
Shut the *** up
Is there heaven for a pig?
Might spray paint that on my van
Hit two hundred on the bridge
Screamin’, “Catch me if you can”
Mama, I’m not comin’ home
I’ve been livin’ with the band
Ayy, *** stickin’ to the plan
I’m tryna stick it to the man
What? (Woo)
I’m out of luck, rush, what?
Now I feel the rush
I’m really out of touch
Now the crowd has been so touched and the mobs don’t rush
What? What?
No time
Eyes so rushed
I done *** up
Off this ***, I lucked up
Yeah, they *** up
They done got me *** up
Now I’m *** up
Off that *** that I done drunk
Man, these niggas out of luck
What?
(Ayy-ayy) How you ask for a handouts and you ain’t hit the concrete?
They say Haitians eatin’ cats, I make sure my dogs eat
Rinse, rinse, rinse, rinse, I make sure it’s under the seat
Eh, eh, eh, eh, I ain’t got no time for the weak (Ayy-ayy)
No time, look at the Patek (No time)
Keep lookin’ back at it (No time)
Yeah, what’s up, sir? I’m really up, up
Tell Gousse, tell these niggas duck-duck
When are you and Rihanna— (Shut the *** up)
Like when’s the new album gonna— (Shut the *** up)
Back the *** up
Watch your mouth or get packed the *** up
Seen ’em in the pit, I had to get ’em (***, ***)
Keep on swingin’ ’til the havoc hit ’em
We go fully in, the half forbidden
Get up wit ’em in a half a minute
A$AP 111 foes get *** up
Pull up, goofy niggas, shut the *** up
Mossy bergy fulla bucka buckas
Show no mercy to these ***
What?
I’m out of luck, rush, what?
Now I feel the rush
I’m really out of touch
Now the crowd has been so touched and the mobs don’t rush
No time, what? (No time)
Eyes so rushed
It’s like throw some *** (Ayy-ayy)
Sock a ***, throw some *** (Ayy-ayy)
*** talkin’ like she know some ***
Broke *** always owe some ***
Always beggin’, tryna hold some ***
He ain’t my twin, on some Olsen ***
Quit lyin’ to hoes like he close and ***
I’m a grown man, on my wholesome ***
Talk my ***, boy, I torture this
Pretty boy ish, grew up with the pimps and socialists
Always on my *** like porcelain
In the moshpit with all my ornaments
And my chain’s twisted like contortionist
Order office, I went corporate
Too much insubordinates, unfortunately, it disappointin’ me
Be off this ***, *** (No time)
That could be a dome split (Brraow, brraow)
That could be a face lift (Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)
You ain’t even on all that (Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)
You ain’t even on all that (Ayy-ayy)
That could be a face lift (Ayy-ayy)
That could be a dome split (Ayy-ayy)
That could be a face lift (Oh)
You ain’t even onto that
Shut the *** up (Shut the *** up)
Shut the *** up (Shut the *** up)
Shut the *** up, *** (Shut the *** up)
Shut the *** up (Shut the *** up)
Shut the *** up (Shut the *** up)
Shut the *** up (Shut the *** up)
Shut the *** up, let me hear it (Shut the *** up)
Shut the *** up (Shut the *** up)
Shut the *** up (Shut the *** up)
Shut the *** up, *** (Shut the *** up)
Shut the *** up (Shut the *** up)
Shut the *** up (Shut the *** up)
Shut the *** up (Shut the *** up)
Shut the *** up, let me hear it (Shut the *** up)