Shut Down lyrics
by Jeezy
[Intro]
(It's [?], baby)
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Pull up in that all black mask with the .40 on my side
Couple shots and this sh*t shut down (f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck)
Pop a hundred bottles in the club
And we still turnt up even after the sh*t shut down
We gon' get wild 'til that sh*t shut down (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
We blowin' loud 'til that sh*t shut down (f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck)
Pull up on ya, get this sh*t shut down (Hey)
You can f*ck around and get this sh*t shut down (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
All I do is hustle for the benefits (Yeah)
Ain't with the money team, but I don't need a membership (No)
I got a couple foreign lesbians up in the whip (Skrrt-skrrt)
I'm blowin' loud like it was a Sega Genesis (Hey), ayy
I can tell you n*ggas what the business is
I bet I take a n*gga food 'fore he finish it
Take a L, n*gga, you don't know what winnin' is (Yeah)
I been pushin' like I don't know what the limit is (Turn me up)
Hit the club submarine style, in here too deep
Ballin' like a pro, sumo level on preach
Hittin' that Cali's what I'm flauntin', so my back on fleek
You ain't talkin' 'bout money, homie, don't even speak (Ow!)
'Cause you don't know who came with the heat
Plus you and your crew lookin' weak, hey
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Pull up in that all black mask with the .40 on my side
Couple shots and this sh*t shut down (f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck)
Pop a hundred bottles in the club
And we still turnt up even after the sh*t shut down
We gon' get wild 'til that sh*t shut down (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
We blowin' loud 'til that sh*t shut down (f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck)
Pull up on ya, get this sh*t shut down (Hey)
You can f*ck around and get this sh*t shut down (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: HoodyBaby, Chris Brown, HoodyBaby & Chris Brown]
Run up in your trap, it's a kick though (Oh)
Caught you with your pants down, this a sh*t show (Oh)
Call me dollars starin' high, n*gga, let the clip go (Ha!)
I'll whoop a pus*y n*gga like Klitschko (What?)
Now my old b*tch trippin', she won't let go
Say my attitude bad, but my di*k gold
Young n*gga trap in designer
I thought I'd remind ya, my meat is turkey lasagna (Oh)
Why I got the birds, what the business is? (Yeah)
Got my Lamborghini, really, I don't need a b*tch (No)
I just met the plug in San Antonio
I sent the b*tch and the pack down to Tokyo
Same day, turn around on some merri-go
And my weed so loud, I can't hear ya, ho
You know, you dismissed before you exist, b*tch
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Pull up in that all black mask with the .40 on my side
Couple shots and this sh*t shut down (f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck)
Pop a hundred bottles in the club
And we still turnt up even after the sh*t shut down
We gon' get wild 'til that sh*t shut down (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
We blowin' loud 'til that sh*t shut down (f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck)
Pull up on ya, get this sh*t shut down (Hey)
You can f*ck around and get this sh*t shut down (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3: Young Lo]
b*tch, we out here brackin', what the business is?
I just pulled a milli out the trap a bought a dealership
Back-to-back Lambs for the black-on-black Ghost
Told her I just want the cream, spread these n*ggas like toast
Bought her all red beam and it came with a scope
While these n*ggas talkin' chickens, I just get it out the boat
Ship it for the highest ticket, right now, it's for the low
For my b*tches with the sh*t 'cause I can't f*ck with square hoes
Lo, Lo
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Pull up in that all black mask with the .40 on my side
Couple shots and this sh*t shut down (f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck)
Pop a hundred bottles in the club
And we still turnt up even after the sh*t shut down
We gon' get wild 'til that sh*t shut down (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
We blowin' loud 'til that sh*t shut down (f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck)
Pull up on ya, get this sh*t shut down (Hey)
You can f*ck around and get this sh*t shut down (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 4: YoungBlacc]
Look, look
I ain't never been afraid of a n*gga
Black Rozay, twelve gauge on a n*gga
Stay with the heat, D-Wade on a n*gga
Hop up out the whip, catch a fade with a n*gga, oh, Lord
n*gga be wildin' on b*tches, kickin' down doors
That's 'cause we come from them trenches
No, we can't f*ck with them snitches
Tippin' on fours, OHB all with the business
n*gga mighta ran up in your trap spot
Get it and then I'm gone, pilin' all the laptops
Thirty white b*tches on my hip, that's a jackpot
Headin' to the bank 'cause we busy 'bout to cash out, woah
Blackout, no
All the n*gga ransom in your trap house
That's a blackout, woah
It's OHB sh*t, f*ck with some real ones, yeah
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Pull up in that all black mask with the .40 on my side
Couple shots and this sh*t shut down (f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck)
Pop a hundred bottles in the club
And we still turnt up even after the sh*t shut down
We gon' get wild 'til that sh*t shut down (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
We blowin' loud 'til that sh*t shut down (f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck)
Pull up on ya, get this sh*t shut down (Hey)
You can f*ck around and get this sh*t shut down (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 5: Dee Cosey]
Fifty round clip'll get this b*tch shut down
Kickin' field goals, catchin' plays, touch down (Score)
All my n*ggas on the mission, opp sh*t, man down
Flexin' hard, diamonds dancin' like they Chris Brown, n*gga
I caught a plug, got them packs sent down (I got the packs right now)
I'm flexin' with my n*ggas, got them bands right now
If that goofy wanna snitch, I got the Ruger right now (I got the Ruger right now)
Thirty shots, do it to you right now, ayy (Boom-boom)
And you know how we rockin'
f*ckin' with bad b*tches on coke and molly
Put molly in Act', now we turnt in the party
Too turnt in the party, we don't even got no option (Gang)
You know my gang and we runnin' sh*t (Gang-gang)
OHB, one hundred billion, b*tch
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Pull up in that all black mask with the .40 on my side
Couple shots and this sh*t shut down (f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck)
Pop a hundred bottles in the club
And we still turnt up even after the sh*t shut down
We gon' get wild 'til that sh*t shut down (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
We blowin' loud 'til that sh*t shut down (f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck)
Pull up on ya, get this sh*t shut down (Hey)
You can f*ck around and get this sh*t shut down (Yeah, yeah)
[Outro: Chris Brown]
sh*t shut down
sh*t shut down
sh*t shut down
sh*t shut down