(Devereaux)
Shut the
Shut the
Shut the
Shut the
[Verse 1]
Shut the fuck up bitch everything will be okay (ok!)
Get yo head on straight
Get yo bread on straight (yuh)
Demons walk beside me they don't get in my way (my way)
Busters wanna copy everything that I say (let's go)
Bitches be jealous don't want me to glisten
I have a problem with paying attention
Bitch I got ADD if you are hating me better believe I ain't never gon' listen
I'ma just wait until somebody text me and tell me you dissin'
Then I'ma laugh in your face cause you know that you ain't competition (aha-ha!)
I got the shit that you need but I ain't gon' give you prescription (hell nah)
You tried to copy the formula but the ingredients missing
I'm in the kitchen whippin'
I am a trip I'm trippin'
You are a bitch and bitchin'
I got my (?) and I'm choppin' the beat the fuck up making my incision
(Hold up now Terry put that scalpel down. Pick up the hatchet)
[Verse 2]
These motherfuckers ain't got shit to say
These silly suckers ain't been through the pain
These little busters don't know 'bout the rain
I'ma put my hatchet right down through ya brain
Listen motherfucker you ain't never had to struggle and count up the change (hol' up)
You ain't got the motherfuckin' vehicle to try to come swerve through my lane (nah)
You gon' need some way bigger tires that come from a fucked up terrain
Bitch I am folding my paper allow me to show you the crane
Folding paper. Origami [x4]
[Verse 3]
Shut the fuck up bitch everything will be OK
Get yo head on straight
Get yo bread on straight (yuh)
Demons walk beside me they don't get in my way
Busters wanna copy everything that I say
Ballin so hard I'ma need an assistant
These motherfuckers they need it consistent
Look for they name on the charts but where is it
That shit they dropping must be non-existent (where is it?)
Can not keep up with The Macc but you can't cause that brother's gon' kill it (gon' kill it)
You put your heart and your soul in the music and nobody feel it (nobody feel it)
You can leave that unattended I guarantee no one gon' steal it (nobody want that)
You got some bitch in your blood and I'm gon' be the one to reveal it
I am a million ticket
I am the prince of wicked
Here is my dick so lick it
Copied my style and bit it
You wanna be me just fucking admit it
(They thought they feelings was hurt it's time to chop it down on em')
Ouija Macc with a gat coming up from the back
Bitch I'm on your ass like a plumber crack
Let me find out where you pussy boys slumber at
You don't want none of that. Shit is a shame
Bitch I am folding my paper allow me to show you the crane (yuh)
[Chorus]
Shut the
Shut the
Shut the
Shut the
[Verse 1]
Shut the fuck up bitch everything will be okay (ok!)
Get yo head on straight
Get yo bread on straight (yuh)
Demons walk beside me they don't get in my way (my way)
Busters wanna copy everything that I say (let's go)
Bitches be jealous don't want me to glisten
I have a problem with paying attention
Bitch I got ADD if you are hating me better believe I ain't never gon' listen
I'ma just wait until somebody text me and tell me you dissin'
Then I'ma laugh in your face cause you know that you ain't competition (aha-ha!)
I got the shit that you need but I ain't gon' give you prescription (hell nah)
You tried to copy the formula but the ingredients missing
I'm in the kitchen whippin'
I am a trip I'm trippin'
You are a bitch and bitchin'
I got my (?) and I'm choppin' the beat the fuck up making my incision
(Hold up now Terry put that scalpel down. Pick up the hatchet)
[Verse 2]
These motherfuckers ain't got shit to say
These silly suckers ain't been through the pain
These little busters don't know 'bout the rain
I'ma put my hatchet right down through ya brain
Listen motherfucker you ain't never had to struggle and count up the change (hol' up)
You ain't got the motherfuckin' vehicle to try to come swerve through my lane (nah)
You gon' need some way bigger tires that come from a fucked up terrain
Bitch I am folding my paper allow me to show you the crane
Folding paper. Origami [x4]
[Verse 3]
Shut the fuck up bitch everything will be OK
Get yo head on straight
Get yo bread on straight (yuh)
Demons walk beside me they don't get in my way
Busters wanna copy everything that I say
Ballin so hard I'ma need an assistant
These motherfuckers they need it consistent
Look for they name on the charts but where is it
That shit they dropping must be non-existent (where is it?)
Can not keep up with The Macc but you can't cause that brother's gon' kill it (gon' kill it)
You put your heart and your soul in the music and nobody feel it (nobody feel it)
You can leave that unattended I guarantee no one gon' steal it (nobody want that)
You got some bitch in your blood and I'm gon' be the one to reveal it
I am a million ticket
I am the prince of wicked
Here is my dick so lick it
Copied my style and bit it
You wanna be me just fucking admit it
(They thought they feelings was hurt it's time to chop it down on em')
Ouija Macc with a gat coming up from the back
Bitch I'm on your ass like a plumber crack
Let me find out where you pussy boys slumber at
You don't want none of that. Shit is a shame
Bitch I am folding my paper allow me to show you the crane (yuh)
[Chorus]
( Ouija Macc )
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