Letoa, 8Percent - STFU! lyrics

Oh, fuck

I I In the whip, huh, yeah, we dressed up
(Dressed up) i got all the weaponry
Brought it like Tvashtr (Killamanjaro)
Wanna fuck on Ronny, meet me at the treasure
Ella (Ella)
Racks on my ammonia, bitch
Was stuck in my dresser (Ayy) , huh, yeah
Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi, Fendi
Prada (All that Prada)
Spilled my drink on my designer
Now this shit just got me fucked up
(yeah, fucked up) plottin', they so envious
On fans and they not proud o' me
If they ain't at my shows I tell
'em all to shut the fuck up
(Shut the fuck up)

Walk in this spot, bitch
I'm lookin' like cash
Hop in a Tesla, goin' way too fast, foreign
I tell that bitch-ninja, "Flex for me"
(yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I went and got my racks up, yeah
Tell that pussy-boy to catch up, yeah
He gon' breakup, better catch her
Fuck it-fuck it, had to go and flex up, yeah
Fuck it, boy, I had to go get it, like
Anyway, I wasn't kiddin', I went and got it
Yeah fuck it
They was talkin' down but now that I'm up
Ain't no way they can stop it, yeah
They ain't fuck wit' the vision
But, everyday, I be wakin' up to profit's
Y'all ninjas ain't got five cents

Ninjas be talkin' that nonsense
She blowin' my phone but I ain't respondin'
Bitch started to moan
I'm on different timin'
I went and told these thots that we shinin'
Fuck, "bend her back" what's got me coughin'
You wanna talk but you lost it
Bitch, I'ma shine 'til I'm in a coffin

Tell 'em, "Shut the fuck up"
Tell 'em, "Shut the fuck up"
Tell 'em, "Shut the fuck up, " yeah
Tell 'em, "Shut the fuck up"
Tell 'em, "Shut the fuck up"
Tell 'em, "Shut the fuck up"

IIIn the whip, huh, yeah, we dressed up
I got all the weaponry
Brought it like Tvashtr
Wanna fuck on Ronny, meet me at the treasure
Ella racks on my ammonia, bitch, was
Stuck in my dresser, huh, yeah
Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi, Fendi
Prada spilled my drink on my designer
Now this shit just got me fucked up
Plottin', they so envious
On fans and they not proud o' me
If they ain't at my shows I tell
'em all to shut the fuck up
I I In the whip, huh, yeah, we dressed up
(Dressed up) i got all the weaponry
Brought it like Tvashtr (Killamanjaro)
Wanna fuck on Ronny, meet me at the treasure
Ella (Ella)
Racks on my ammonia, bitch
Was stuck in my dresser (Ayy) , huh, yeah
Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi, Fendi
Prada (All that Prada)
Spilled my drink on my designer
Now this shit just got me fucked up
(yeah, fucked up) plottin', they so envious
On fans and they not proud o' me
If they ain't at my shows I tell
'em all to shut the fuck up
(Shut the fuck up, Fuck up)