Shut Up b*tch lyrics

[Intro]
A Kato Production
Ayy, man, this right here
Ayy, this for all the people who got somebody naggin' at 'em
They won't shut the f*ck up
Haters, baby momma's, n*ggas
Leggo

[Chorus]
I'm riding dirty in my Autobot
I'm doing doughnuts in the parking lot
I'm sipping Hangar 1 and I'm smoking pot
b*tch you 'bout to blow my high, cause you talk a lot!
What you tell that ho? Shut up b*tch!
What you tell that ho? Shut up b*tch!
What you tell that ho? Shut up b*tch!
What you tell that ho? Shut up b*tch!
What you tell that ho? Shut up b*tch!
What you tell that ho? Shut up b*tch!
What you tell that ho? b*tch you 'bout to blow my high
Leggo

[Verse 1]
Riding in my Autobot, sipping Coke and Captain
Got b*tches in my cabin, I'm gon' drug 'em up and shag 'em
Two shots and they out: Osama Bin Laden
Jacked up, back down from Mars and now my main b*tch won't stop nagging
Daaamn! Shut up b*tch, bddddrrrr, you're 'bout to get wet up b*tch
All you do is nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, and now I'm fed up b*tch
I've been on the grind like all night long tryna get this bread up, b*tch
All you do is shoot a n*gga down, you're f*cking my head up, b*tch
Man, f*ck that sh*t, I don't need that ho
In the kitchen with my n*gga Kato whipping up that speaker dough
Flying down I-20, headed to that east side, blowing reefer smoke
And she won't shut up so I hit the radio and let the speakers blow
And I'm so wasted off these PBR's
Put a sock in it, b*tch, come give a n*ggas di*k that CPR
Now I'm just riding round and I'm getting it
They tell me sh*t, god damn it I'm grown b*tch, I'm not tryna hear it, no
[Chorus]
I'm riding dirty in my Autobot
I'm doing doughnuts in the parking lot
I'm sipping Hangar 1 and I'm smoking pot
b*tch you 'bout to blow my high, cause you talk a lot!
What you tell that ho? Shut up b*tch!
What you tell that ho? Shut up b*tch!
What you tell that ho? Shut up b*tch!
What you tell that ho? Shut up b*tch!
What you tell that ho? Shut up b*tch!
What you tell that ho? Shut up b*tch!
What you tell that ho? b*tch you 'bout to blow my high
Leggo

[Verse 2]
Riding in my Autobot, heading to Decatur
Money over b*tches, they will not come before paper
Outfit tailored, new Chuck Taylors
b*tch I'm so fresh, I'm still in the incubator
My side ho tripping, every night she b*tching
b*tch get in the kitchen, do the dishes, fry some chicken
Psych, I'm only kidding, "Jarren what you sniffing?
Every night you run your f*cking mouth", I'm like "b*tch zip it"
Cruising in my Autobot, I'm leaning to the side
But you keep popping that sh*t girl, running your lips and blowing my high
Kato on the track, get a hit of this crack, that sh*t so fye
Every time you wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, I'm losing my mind!
It ain't like I like that b*tch, I just want my life back b*tch
Damn you so annoying, swear to God I wanna fight that b*tch
Left her on the highway and I told her "I'll be right back b*tch"
I should throw the deuces 'fore I turn around and Ike that b*tch!
[Chorus]
I'm riding dirty in my Autobot
I'm doing doughnuts in the parking lot
I'm sipping Hangar 1 and I'm smoking pot
b*tch you 'bout to blow my high, cause you talk a lot!
What you tell that ho? Shut up b*tch!
What you tell that ho? Shut up b*tch!
What you tell that ho? Shut up b*tch!
What you tell that ho? Shut up b*tch!
What you tell that ho? Shut up b*tch!
What you tell that ho? Shut up b*tch!
What you tell that ho? b*tch you 'bout to blow my high
Leggo