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STFU Video (MV)




Performed By: 12hills
Language: English
Length: 3:59
Written by: 12hills 12hills




12hills - STFU Lyrics




You're f*cking basic
Need a statement
Plotting on you niggas, steady waiting
Looking out the window, why you shaking?
You a scared nigga, why you always faking?
Hating on us, praying on us,
See my crown, yeah that shit faded
See you dead laying in the pavement
I'm a rock star and I'm rocking laces

We in the back of that Pontiac
And it's a old school like an Aztec
And we move fast, get a heart attack
Got iOS and no Mac
And we in the air like a drone
Dropping calls like a telephone
Oh shit, that was ASAP
I think we better call back

Aye, f*cking that bitch in the mouth
Aye, Just like I came from the south
Walk in that bitch then walk in the club like I go might start a drought
F*cking them up with a tool
Putting my head in the pool
Sometimes I wish they'd be quiet, making the noise
So can they shut the f*ck up?

STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU

Got kicked out
Running fast till my heart burn
Police knocking on the damn door
Close my eyes and that shit hurt
Beating on me on the damn floor
All these problems they do not work
While they shooting out back and forth
Niggas drop, better lay low
I ain't going out like that
Niggas talk better fight back
So loud with the gun caps
All the smoke made it smell bad
Black boy rip your face off
All these niggas sound mad soft
Shots gone now that shit done
Too far not the only ones

I be tripping off the acid
Gas smell gotta mask it
Hopping out with dirty bands
While I'm stealing 50 grand
And my brother gotta grip the xan
Popping out before the plane lands
Counting money got dirty hands
In a new boy band

On the ice like i'm Tonya
Rollin in my moms Honda
And its a white girl like its ronda
She ghost like haunter
Got commas in the bank
Got gas and it stank
Quarter mile in the tank
Can't thank cause she a thot

STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU

Making a movie like Martin Scorsese
Showing the world that you that i'm ready
Show the secrets you know you can't tell me
Don't need no product, you can't even sell me
Ripping that shit like a motherf*cking dog
Used to sell pack in the streets, in the yard
Don't got no limits, I know we go far
Making a War and you know that its Star

STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
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You're f*cking basic
Need a statement
Plotting on you niggas, steady waiting
Looking out the window, why you shaking?
You a scared nigga, why you always faking?
Hating on us, praying on us,
See my crown, yeah that shit faded
See you dead laying in the pavement
I'm a rock star and I'm rocking laces

We in the back of that Pontiac
And it's a old school like an Aztec
And we move fast, get a heart attack
Got iOS and no Mac
And we in the air like a drone
Dropping calls like a telephone
Oh shit, that was ASAP
I think we better call back

Aye, f*cking that bitch in the mouth
Aye, Just like I came from the south
Walk in that bitch then walk in the club like I go might start a drought
F*cking them up with a tool
Putting my head in the pool
Sometimes I wish they'd be quiet, making the noise
So can they shut the f*ck up?

STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU

Got kicked out
Running fast till my heart burn
Police knocking on the damn door
Close my eyes and that shit hurt
Beating on me on the damn floor
All these problems they do not work
While they shooting out back and forth
Niggas drop, better lay low
I ain't going out like that
Niggas talk better fight back
So loud with the gun caps
All the smoke made it smell bad
Black boy rip your face off
All these niggas sound mad soft
Shots gone now that shit done
Too far not the only ones

I be tripping off the acid
Gas smell gotta mask it
Hopping out with dirty bands
While I'm stealing 50 grand
And my brother gotta grip the xan
Popping out before the plane lands
Counting money got dirty hands
In a new boy band

On the ice like i'm Tonya
Rollin in my moms Honda
And its a white girl like its ronda
She ghost like haunter
Got commas in the bank
Got gas and it stank
Quarter mile in the tank
Can't thank cause she a thot

STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU

Making a movie like Martin Scorsese
Showing the world that you that i'm ready
Show the secrets you know you can't tell me
Don't need no product, you can't even sell me
Ripping that shit like a motherf*cking dog
Used to sell pack in the streets, in the yard
Don't got no limits, I know we go far
Making a War and you know that its Star

STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
STFU
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