Shut That b*tch Down lyrics

[Intro: A$AP Ant]
Uh, yeah, what?
4-o'clock in them morning sh*t, n*gga
Yeah

[Verse 1: A$AP Ant & Lil Dude]
Might go to Cali for pounds
Go to Jamaica for dope
Gas in my Backwood, no choke
I swear, I love that girl's throat
Paid 500 for the coat
n*ggas wanna copy my style
Gun in my pocket, I'm wild
Send the money straight to the PayPal
Run in your home
f*ck on your b*tch in that stone
Yeah, I'm on my VLONE
I got Goyard on my phone
b*tches keep calling my phone
(Brr) Hello? (hang up)
b*tch, we trap right by the stove
Run up, get hit with that pole
Sticks, hang with them clips
Whipping the white like we playing with grits
Every day, cop a new outfit
Benz AMG with the starter kit
Ran up in Neiman's, shut that b*tch down
Ran up in Gucci, shut that b*tch down
Run up in Nordstrom's and shut that b*tch down
Blowing on racks and I shut that b*tch down
[Chorus: A$AP Ant]
Shut that b*tch down
Run up in Prada, shut that b*tch down
Shut that b*tch down
Run up in Nordstrom's, I shut that b*tch down
Shut that b*tch down
Flooded the Rollie, I shut that b*tch down
I flooded it down
I flooded the Rollie, look at it now
f*ck that b*tch down
I run up in Prada and I shut that b*tch down
I shut that b*tch down
Look at the diamonds, flooded it down
I shut that b*tch down
Ran up in Nordstrom's, shut that b*tch down
I shut that b*tch down
Run up in Saks, I shut that b*tch down

[Verse 2: A$AP Ant & Lil Dude]
Met a little bitty from Twitter
I f*cked, she sucked, I ain't kiss her
Called up my phone, I don't miss her
Had a threesome with her sister
I'm in the club and I'm glicked up
Riding around and I'm sticked up
I'm off of the lean, my aim f*cked up
But n*ggas still liable to get hit up
I'm in the trenches with all killers
Luciano is a drug dealer
Meet me up top if you trying to get a bag
Crushing the block, I was just down bad
Getting the racks, I ain't going out sad
Gun with the beam, play laser tag
Bombing on n*ggas just like Baghdad
Chanel bag and my b*tch gonna brag
Benzo, I don't want no Jag
Lobster shrimp with the butter crab legs
Driving the foreign with the paper tags
[Verse 3: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
(Ha, Pablo Juan)
Walked in cities Friday, shut that b*tch down
Bought a new Rollie and bust that b*tch down
Use the drive-thru and get a quarter pound
Graduated from the trap with a cap and the gown
When I shoot with the chopper, you better get down
Used to laugh at me like I was the class clown
Now I'm just iced the f*ck up and Designered down
A lot of money got the girls go wild
Chopper on me right now, I can shoot up the crowd
Sleep on the lean, but you still hear the loud
f*ck that, n*gga, bought a new chain, three-tone
500 on my sweater, that's VLONE
Who the f*ck calling my phone?
Sorry, sir, I ain't serving no more
If I was, they'd already be gone

[Chorus: A$AP Ant]
Shut that b*tch down
Run up in Prada, shut that b*tch down
Shut that b*tch down
Run up in Nordstrom's, I shut that b*tch down
Shut that b*tch down
Flooded the Rollie, I shut that b*tch down
I flooded it down
I flooded the Rollie, look at it now
f*ck that b*tch down
I run up in Prada and I shut that b*tch down
I shut that b*tch down
Look at the diamonds, flooded it down
I shut that b*tch down
Ran up in Nordstrom's, shut that b*tch down
I shut that b*tch down
Run up in Saks, I shut that b*tch down