LLusion, FREDDIE DREDD, Lil Toe - Shut Up lyrics
[LLusion, FREDDIE DREDD, Lil Toe - Shut Up lyrics]
Ayy, I know you're obsessed (Ayy, ayy)
'Cause, damn, I look good, ayy
I wish my old hoes the best (Ayy)
I'm just tryna get the money, money
Mur-Mur-Murder on my mind, demon time
You know how I get
I'ma grab my 9, that's my opp
I'ma get 'em wet yeah, I'm from the south
But I'm only goin' up (Ayy)
Pussy come around, now he runnin' out of luck
(Ayy) shells hit the floor when I'm
Lookin' at him duck, ayy
Glocks don't jam and that's why
I keep it tucked, ayy
Why you call my phone?
I've already had enough, ayy
I don't want you, baby
I could never fall in love
Whe Whe When they hear my name
All the bitches go insane
Bеtter shut your fuckin' mouth before thе
Dredd will take you out
Once again, in the van
Hear the devil through the man
I ain't scared
Got no fear when I put it into gear
Player from the north and I'm
Creepin' in your city
I ain't got no pity for a buster, you a kitty
No rules, you fuckin' fool, it
Ain't cool to lose, it do
Voodoo in the back
I ain't havin' none of that
Fre-Fre-Freddie had some visions, man
Freddie got them bitches, man
Who the fuck is this motherfucker
Tryna play my game?
Do not try me, it's wise
Or you're gonna fuckin' die
Do not cry, there's no point
I will never disappoint
Keep it close, I'm a ghost
I want to kill you the most
Evil runnin' through my head
All I want is to be dead
Off myself, no one help
Always creepin' by myself
I don't need no bitch
No snitch to tell me where to go
Always cold, better go
Bundled in the fuckin' snow
Dig deep, deep and your body's almost deeper
I am just a creep, but with some hope
I'll get a feature
On the news, bodies bruised
No one will know what to do
'Cause, damn, I look good, ayy
I wish my old hoes the best (Ayy)
I'm just tryna get the money, money
Mur-Mur-Murder on my mind, demon time
You know how I get
I'ma grab my 9, that's my opp
I'ma get 'em wet yeah, I'm from the south
But I'm only goin' up (Ayy)
Pussy come around, now he runnin' out of luck
(Ayy) shells hit the floor when I'm
Lookin' at him duck, ayy
Glocks don't jam and that's why
I keep it tucked, ayy
Why you call my phone?
I've already had enough, ayy
I don't want you, baby
I could never fall in love
Whe Whe When they hear my name
All the bitches go insane
Bеtter shut your fuckin' mouth before thе
Dredd will take you out
Once again, in the van
Hear the devil through the man
I ain't scared
Got no fear when I put it into gear
Player from the north and I'm
Creepin' in your city
I ain't got no pity for a buster, you a kitty
No rules, you fuckin' fool, it
Ain't cool to lose, it do
Voodoo in the back
I ain't havin' none of that
Fre-Fre-Freddie had some visions, man
Freddie got them bitches, man
Who the fuck is this motherfucker
Tryna play my game?
Do not try me, it's wise
Or you're gonna fuckin' die
Do not cry, there's no point
I will never disappoint
Keep it close, I'm a ghost
I want to kill you the most
Evil runnin' through my head
All I want is to be dead
Off myself, no one help
Always creepin' by myself
I don't need no bitch
No snitch to tell me where to go
Always cold, better go
Bundled in the fuckin' snow
Dig deep, deep and your body's almost deeper
I am just a creep, but with some hope
I'll get a feature
On the news, bodies bruised
No one will know what to do