Stfu (feat. Spark Master Tape)

I ain't hit you back and now you overreacting

Hate that shit with a passion, yeah

Have a little self-respect

Don't wanna put you on blast

But you should go 'head and practice

Shut the fuck up right now and let me breathe

Shut the fuck up right now, let me do my thing

Slow down, slow down, slow down

Quit hitting my phone up, quit hitting my phone up

Quit hitting my phone, slow down

I ain't hit you back and now you overreacting

I don't play that elastic

You be like, when we gon' fuck, what we gon' do?

You should try and quit asking, huh

You should shut the fuck up right now

And let me be me (Let me be, let me be)

Shut the fuck up right now, let me do my thing

People talk too much shit in my face

'Round my back, on the phone

Ain't been famous for awhile

But I'm still up in my zone

And I don't usually smoke

But I'm high on sativa

If I pour it in my tea, I smell like heaven

I'm a diva

Bangin' Aaliyah so loud in my speaker

That I cannot hear you, no, I'm gone

Don't you be blowin' up my phone

I'm in a different timezone

Ever since a matter of time

All my girls is badder than none

Hope to banish the debt

You hammered

You still don't know how to handle your wine

That's probably why you're hitting me more

Yeah, I got a rule 'cause I've done this before

Just fuck 'em three times and don't fuck 'em no more

'Cause they just fall in love if you fuck 'em the fourth

Don't get me wrong, I really like it when we're vibin'

But when I'm in another city, shh, be quiet

Shut the fuck up right now and let me be me

Shut the fuck up right now, let me do my thing

Slow down, slow down, slow down

Quit hitting my phone up, quit hitting my phone up

Quit hitting my phone, slow down

And I've been off the coke

I been off the coke, I been off this coke

Always ringin' phone, always ringin' phone

Always ringin' phones

She constantly calling my old bitch

Get up be gone and go home bitch

Quit playin' with all of my phone, bitch

Switch numbers, even my wrong shit

These chicks they cunning

Flip cities, she sticks, still on it

Switched whips, we're awake, she saw it

This bitch on my ass like a pair of my drawers

Any phone I ever own she call it

She call me at 2, call me at 3

Check I'm awake, boy, fuck I'm gon' be

Wanna grab an eight ball, set a **** free

She walk with a nosebleed on her blue jeans

Dumb bitch, dumb hoe

Don't call my phone, go home

We jettin' out till we made it

Shut the fuck up complainin'

Shut the fuck up right now and let me be me

Shut the fuck up right now, let me do my thing

Slow down, slow down, slow down

Quit hitting my phone up, quit hitting my phone up

Quit hitting my phone, slow down