​stfu lyrics

[Verse 1: *67]
Smoking on your-
Smoking on your-
Smoking on your n*gga, he is dead as f*ck
Smoking on your n*gga, he is dead as f*ck
620, U-G, I can feel it in my gut
I can't trust a b*tch, I can only trust my gun
I don't wanna lick, just shut the f*ck up
Why you talking money n*gga you ain't getting none
I'm hanging with evvls and we sparkin' this sh*t up
n*gga you a b*tch and your b*tch is a sl*t
When I- when I blow up will you still show love?
f*ck Eminem, f*ck Logic, f*ck Russ
n*gga blow me up, n*gga blow me up
n*gga- n*gga blow me up, n*gga blow me up
Aye, aye

[Verse 2: icemop]
I said stick, I'm gon' stick, I'm gon' stick, I'm gon' stick
b*tch faking for what
b*tch we on our other sh*t, with our money counting up
Build the drop, come to your crib, we know what's up
I ain't listen to your music but I know that sh*t sucks
You a fake claiming swag, you ain't got any signs
Know a couple of f*cking people, we pull up and you run
These n*ggas getting scared, I just do this for fun
And these n*ggas counting up, they ain't toting no guns
You ain't do this sh*t first, you is a wrong
I'm with 67, you know we stay passing this runtz
You ain't catching on nobody n*gga that was a stunt
Done