Tony Shhnow - Shop Closed lyrics
[Tony Shhnow - Shop Closed lyrics]
(Wait, is that Austin?)
Yeah, I'm tryin' not to get indicted
These rap niggas look hurt
I think their pockets on a diet
Gettin' money, nigga, you should try it
All black hoodie, my niggas love violence
All white VVS, my niggas love shinin' (Ice)
When I pull up in a Benz
She think I'm Mitt Romney
How he get all them racks
And he ain't even signed?
How the fuck you famous and
You don't have a dime?
My nigga trappin', servin' line after line
They think it's the same
But this a different kind
Why you havin' product
Nigga? Nobody buyin'
I pull out them racks i feel like a DJ
I'm in the trap tryna scratch (Phat)
I'm pourin' up fours, no flat
Stacks on deck
Got a choppa big as Soulja Boy in the back
Yeah, yeah, play, it get lit (Pew, pew, pew)
Yeah, my Glock got a dick (Pew, pew, pew)
Yeah, yeah, niggas be talkin' too much, man
Just like my bitch
Yeah, quiet, J's on the block
I think they might try it (Ayy)
I keep a 9 on me, I ain't goin' out bad
(Ayy) if you think about robbin'
You gon' end up sad
How the fuck is you a real nigga
When you gossip like a ho? (Damn)
These niggas be swappin' spit
Be fake trappin' (Damn)
They sharin' each other's clothes (Beef)
On God, before I beef with a rap nigga
I'd go and paint my toes (On God)
Nigga you should go do your make-up (Bitch)
'Cause you know you a bitch and all that
Rap shit you talk about made up
(Is that Austin?)
Me and my niggas ain't into that
Pull up with sticks and get into that
She give me top while I'm
Liftin' the ceiling back (yeah)
Drop that ho off now look
Where her friends is at (yeah)
I'm really like that, nigga
This ain't no gimmick
Come and try somethin'
You gon' be in the clinic
Hundred round drum
We love handlin' business
Clear the whole block and the police
Still don't know who did it
(Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
I'm tryin' not to get indicted
These rap niggas look hurt
I think their pockets on a diet
Gettin' money, nigga, you should try it
All black hoodie, my niggas love violence
All white VVS, my niggas love shinin' (Ice)
When I pull up in a Benz
She think I'm Mitt Romney
How he get all them racks
And he ain't even signed?
How the fuck you famous and
You don't have a dime?
My nigga trappin', servin' line after line
They think it's the same
But this a different kind
Why you havin' product
Nigga? Nobody buyin'
(Wait, is that Austin?)
Yeah, I'm tryin' not to get indicted
These rap niggas look hurt
I think their pockets on a diet
Gettin' money, nigga, you should try it
All black hoodie, my niggas love violence
All white VVS, my niggas love shinin' (Ice)
When I pull up in a Benz
She think I'm Mitt Romney
How he get all them racks
And he ain't even signed?
How the fuck you famous and
You don't have a dime?
My nigga trappin', servin' line after line
They think it's the same
But this a different kind
Why you havin' product
Nigga? Nobody buyin'
I pull out them racks i feel like a DJ
I'm in the trap tryna scratch (Phat)
I'm pourin' up fours, no flat
Stacks on deck
Got a choppa big as Soulja Boy in the back
Yeah, yeah, play, it get lit (Pew, pew, pew)
Yeah, my Glock got a dick (Pew, pew, pew)
Yeah, yeah, niggas be talkin' too much, man
Just like my bitch
Yeah, quiet, J's on the block
I think they might try it (Ayy)
I keep a 9 on me, I ain't goin' out bad
(Ayy) if you think about robbin'
You gon' end up sad
How the fuck is you a real nigga
When you gossip like a ho? (Damn)
These niggas be swappin' spit
Be fake trappin' (Damn)
They sharin' each other's clothes (Beef)
On God, before I beef with a rap nigga
I'd go and paint my toes (On God)
Nigga you should go do your make-up (Bitch)
'Cause you know you a bitch and all that
Rap shit you talk about made up
(Is that Austin?)
Me and my niggas ain't into that
Pull up with sticks and get into that
She give me top while I'm
Liftin' the ceiling back (yeah)
Drop that ho off now look
Where her friends is at (yeah)
I'm really like that, nigga
This ain't no gimmick
Come and try somethin'
You gon' be in the clinic
Hundred round drum
We love handlin' business
Clear the whole block and the police
Still don't know who did it
(Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
I'm tryin' not to get indicted
These rap niggas look hurt
I think their pockets on a diet
Gettin' money, nigga, you should try it
All black hoodie, my niggas love violence
All white VVS, my niggas love shinin' (Ice)
When I pull up in a Benz
She think I'm Mitt Romney
How he get all them racks
And he ain't even signed?
How the fuck you famous and
You don't have a dime?
My nigga trappin', servin' line after line
They think it's the same
But this a different kind
Why you havin' product
Nigga? Nobody buyin'
(Wait, is that Austin?)