A$AP Rocky, Slay Squad - STFU

Shut the fuck up (ooh) Shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up Is there heaven for a pig? Might spray paint that on my van Hit 200 on the bridge, screamin', "Catch me if you can" Mama, I'm not comin' home, I've been livin' with the band Ay, fuck stickin' to the plan, I'm tryna stick it to the man What? (Whoo) I'm out of luck, rush, what? Now I feel the rush, I'm really out of touch Now the crowd has been so touched, and the mobs don't rush What? What? (No time) eyes so rushed I done fucked up, off this shit, I lucked up Yeah, they fucked up, they done got me fucked up Now I'm fucked up, off that shit that I done drunk Man, these niggas out of luck, what? (Ay-ay) how you ask for a handouts, and you ain't hit the concrete? They say Haitians eatin' cats, I make sure my dawgs eat Rich, rich, rich, rich, I make sure it's under the seat Eh, eh, eh, eh, I ain't got no time for the weak (ay-ay) No time (whoo), look at the Patek (whoo), no time Keep lookin' back at it, no time Yeah, what's up, sir? I'm really up, up Tell Gousse, tell these niggas duck-duck When are you and Rihanna (shut the fuck up) Like when's the new album gonna (shut the fuck up) Back the fuck up, watch your mouth, or get packed the fuck up (ah) Shoot 'em in a barrel (ah, kill, kill), keep on wakin' 'til the overkill (ah, kill, kill) Big old bully and a half a milli', get up with 'em in a half a milli' A$AP horny, livin' faulty, fucked up, pull up, goofy nigga, shut the fuck up Maserati full of bucka-bucka, show no mercy to these motherfuckers What? I'm out of luck, rush, what? Now I feel the rush, I'm really out of touch Now the crowd has been so touched, and the mobs don't rush (No time) what? (No time) eyes so rushed It's like throw some shit (ay-ay), sock a bitch, throw some shit (ay-ay) Bitch talkin' like she know some shit, broke nigga always owe some shit Always beggin', tryna hold some shit, he yeen my twin, on some Olsen shit Quit lyin' to hos like he close and shit, I'm a grown man, on my wholesome shit Talk my shit, boy, I torture this, pretty boy-ish, grew up with the pimps and socialists Always on my shit like porcelain, in the moshpit with all my ornaments And my chain's twisted like contortionist, order office, I went corporate Too much insubordinates, unfortunately, it disappointin' me Be off this shit, bitch (no time) That could be a dome split (bah-bah), that could be a facelift (ay-ay-ay-ay) You ain't even on all that (ay-ay-ay-ay), you ain't even on all that (ay-ay) That could be a facelift (ay-ay),, uh, that could be a dome split, uh (ay-ay) That could be a facelift (yeah), uh, you ain't even onto that Shut the fuck up (shut the fuck up) Shut the fuck up (shut the fuck up) Shut the fuck up (shut the fuck up, bitch) Shut the fuck up (shut the fuck up) Shut the fuck up (shut the fuck) Shut the fuck up (shut the fuck up) Shut the fuck up (shut the fuck up, let me hear it) Shut the fuck up (shut the fuck up) Shut the fuck up (shut the fuck up) Shut the fuck up (shut the fuck up) Shut the fuck up (bitch, shut the fuck up) Shut the fuck up (shut the fuck up) Shut the fuck (shut the fuck up) Shut the fuck up (shut the fuck up, let me hear it, shut the fuck up, fuck up)