Listen to Stfu by 42 Dugg, Peezy, EWM Kdoe, Bagboy Mel, Cashkidd & Ewm Buck

Stfu

42 Dugg, Peezy, EWM Kdoe, Bagboy Mel, Cashkidd & Ewm Buck

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

42 Dugg

Vocals

EWM Kdoe

Vocals

Bagboy Mel

Vocals

Cashkidd

Vocals

Ewm Buck

Vocals

Peezy

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Raquel granger

Songwriter

Cashkidd

Songwriter

Deandre Pearson

Deandre Pearson

Songwriter

Dion Hayes

Songwriter

EWM Kdoe

Songwriter

Phillip Peaks

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Helluva Beats

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[Verse 1]

I got a hundred on this bitch, I don't missed often (For real)

Back to back 'Cats, I don't miss walkin'

Come get your bitch off me, I'm known for shit-talkin'

I'm known for script bustin'

Ain't no iffy, yeah, that bitch fuckin'

Get money, ay, that's all I ever knew

You got a dollar on that bitch, you better shoot

(You got a dollar on that bitch, you better shoot)

[Verse 2]

Thousand grams in the pot, thousand beans down the way

Thousand gram Cuban on my neck, Dweller, fuck a Patek

And your bitch, she gon' fuck for a check

When you say it, say my name with some fuckin' respect

All these losses I done took, I appreciate the wins

When your car cost two hundred, you appreciate the Benz

Had a threesome with my bitch, I appreciate her friends

Cooper Street to my hood, we gon' keep it in the fam, ****

Get chicken, I ain't never been a ham, ****

Got it out the mud, I ain't never did a scam, ****

R.I.P. to all the fallen soldiers, free the fam, ****

Stfu if you ain't got a hundred bands, ****

[Verse 3]

Ay, stfu if you can't move a hundred grams, ****

I'm the man in here, residue on all the pans in here

Shit get ran in here, bitch, I done blew a hundred bands this year

Ain't no cappin', if I get fucked up, bitch, it ain't no rappin'

[Verse 4]

It's all action, if we gon' do it, do it with a passion

We ain't just rappin', we state the facts like we dispatchin'

These **** dick-suckin', they're ridin' waves like a crew captain

**** lost they way, 'cause with them ups, we done blew past 'em

Put these **** on they back, get these boys a coffin

They ain't got no money, have 'em take it out the church offerin'

Left a hole in that **** head like a sea dolphin

Every **** in my team want bodies like a auction

[Verse 5]

Yeah, Glock 40 homie, I do no talkin'

Ten bands on your head, have my bro off you

Yeah, ay, I only fuck with real ****

6 Mile, East Warren, I'm with real hitters

Yeah, clout-chasin' ****, get your bitch fucked

On my way to Western U to get my dick sucked

Bitch head so weak, can't get my dick up

Yeah, I don't want your bitch, come pick your bitch up

[Verse 6]

Bitch dick-suckin'

Heard I shoot trips and swipe hair for bitches

Play with toys, rap, and get bows in, Merry Christmas

**** know who to play with, ain't gotta tell these ****

Hangin' out the window, get to blowin' like a air conditioner

Fuck it, hop out with that ratchet like the man on Cheaters

All these watches, all these punches, feel like Jerry Springer

Can't name one bitch I can't fuck

Slow down, baby girl, when you suck it, ain't no rush

Bitch say she got a ****, she look single through these buffs

Did a hark on that ****, that shit really came in clutch

'Bout to pull up, rock a ****'s shit like he stuck

If it ain't 'bout no money, ****, stfu, ****

[Verse 7]

A thousand beans in her pussy, have your bitch stuffed

Thirty racks on this Rollie, this bitch lit up

A **** reach for this bitch, get his shit crushed

Twenty bottles on the way, light this bitch up

A **** speakin' on my name, got his bitch fucked

I got some 6 Mile hoes, get your bitch jumped

If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, stfu

(If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, stfu)

[Verse 8]

(If it ain't 'bout no money, ****, stfu)

(****, stfu if you ain't got a hundred bands, ****)

(If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, stfu)

(Ay, stfu if you can't move a hundred grams, ****)

(If it ain't 'bout no money, ****, stfu)

(****, stfu if you ain't got a hundred bands, ****)

(If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, stfu)

(Ay, stfu if you can't move a hundred grams, ****)

Written by: Martin McCurtis, Peezy, Bagboy Mel, 42 Dugg, Cashkidd, Ewm Buck, EWM Kdoe

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