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PERFORMING ARTISTS
All But 6
All But 6
Performer
South Strip
South Strip
Vocals
Pouya
Pouya
Vocals
KXLLSWXTCH
KXLLSWXTCH
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pouya
Pouya
Songwriter
Jessé Mendes
Jessé Mendes
Songwriter
Matthew Maradiaga
Matthew Maradiaga
Songwriter
Jonathan McCray
Jonathan McCray
Songwriter
Aishan Fuller
Aishan Fuller
Songwriter
Jonathan Whitmer
Jonathan Whitmer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mikey the Magician
Mikey the Magician
Producer
Constant
Constant
Producer

Lyrics

(MTM, hit 'em with the heat)
Please, please, please, shut the fuck up
Please, shut the fuck—
Hey
[Chorus]
Please, shut the fuck up
Bitch, shut the fuck up
Hey, shut the fuck up
Ayy, I'm 'bout to turn this shit up
Please, shut the fuck up
Bitch, shut the fuck up
Hey, shut the fuck up
Ayy, I'm 'bout to turn this shit up
[Verse 1]
Bitch, I keep it funky, baby, tell me, what's your name?
I could tell you not from 'round here, you don't speak my city slang
Quick to make the pussy uccy while he up the chitty-bang
I got brothers in my city knock your fitted off your frame
Quit your bitchin', you been trippin' off the 'scripts and Wock, okay
Only livin' with my mom and dad, they visit in my brain
I've been livid since they left, so I profit off the pain
I see bitches all around me but I tell them all the same shit
[Chorus]
Please, shut the fuck up
Bitch, shut the fuck up
Hey, shut the fuck up
Ayy, I'm 'bout to turn this shit up
Please, shut the fuck up
Bitch, shut the fuck up
Hey, shut the fuck up
Ayy, I'm 'bout to turn this shit up
[Verse 2]
Seven-figure millionaire, finger in the air
For my enemies in arm, reach out, practice my right to bear
Keep it up, AK-47 have you shit your underwear
ALL BUT 6 the set I rep until I take my final breath
I bet you bitches ain't on shit, I got an army ready to die for me
Baby Bone, don't bother me, don't say another word
I'm drunk as fuck, I'm doin' eighty, I just hit the curb
Hop outta the whip with a broken wrist and I'm still flippin' the bird
[Chorus]
Please, shut the fuck up
Bitch, shut the fuck up
Hey, shut the fuck up
Ayy, I'm 'bout to turn this shit up
Please, shut the fuck up (Yeah)
Bitch, shut the fuck up (Yeah, yeah)
Hey, shut the fuck up (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, I'm 'bout to turn this shit up (Yeah, uh)
[Verse 3]
Stress pilin' up to my chest, psychin' me, got demons takin' over my back, (uh)
Stick too big for the function, so I brought the blade with me, Samurai Jack
Okay, I dive in the pussy, Golbat, shit, lil' shawty wanna lick on my tatts, (uh)
If you wanna cross like asterisk, like damn, someone turn 'em to ash, (uh)
Hop out that tank, ready, aim at your brains, Boy
I die for my clique, if it's up, then it's stand, boy
Stick got a silencer equipped, it don't make noise
Bitch, come and suck on my dick, let her face God
[Chorus]
Please, shut the fuck up
Bitch, shut the fuck up
Hey, shut the fuck up
Ayy, I'm 'bout to turn this shit up
Please, shut the fuck up
Bitch, shut the fuck up
Hey, shut the fuck up
Ayy, I'm 'bout to turn this shit up
Written by: Aishan Fuller, Jessé Mendes, Jonathan McCray, Jonathan Whitmer, Kevin Pouya, Matthew Maradiaga
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