STFU by NewTone Lyrics
Verse
I know this hook here soundin' hella funny
I know this crook here countin hella money
Talkin business on my phone line you might just hear saying hello money
That remind me of my old times
Finding record deals with my old sound
Now Whole time been super faded
I guess I just said, fuck your co-sign
These local rappers get no pay
Ain't blowin up I pay no mind
Oh this year's got your name
We did all we want you get no time
Ayye You know ma
No worries and we pour wine
4:20 yeah we roll one
My weedman more loud
My team here got whole town
Been buzzing and that got my phone dying
My teachers ain't got no Idea
I did what they won't try
Hook
So
Tell all my teachers
Shut the fuck up
Tell all your friends
Shut the fuck up
Tell all your hoes
Shut the fuck up
Now tell em you tell em
Shut the fuck up
Verse
These fuckboys ain't done shit yet
Talking ‘bout views man it get trashed
Im talking ‘bout money I spit facts
Won't spit dope I just get cash
I sip slow and it get passed
My wrist cold it didn't get rashed
My zip code ain't telling them
Im repping the country they get banned
I get bands for night shows, hoes get stamped
Ain't signing no tits I just sign off with their best friends
She told me her friendie be waiting
Need to get dressed
I tell her she barely be 18 need to get rest
Pillow talking bitches
Pill on top syringes
Below top is rigid
Been off topic with it
Been on vodka really
Can just not compare me
Candles lit, we blowing cannabis is crazy
Everybody want it, Im just not complacent
Everybody talking, can just not you phase me
They ain't prolly on it, get to talk Im basic
Been on the top no underground or basements
Hook
So
Tell all my teachers
Shut the fuck up
Tell all your friends
Shut the fuck up
Tell all your hoes
Shut the fuck up
Now tell em you tell em
Shut the fuck up
I know this hook here soundin' hella funny
I know this crook here countin hella money
Talkin business on my phone line you might just hear saying hello money
That remind me of my old times
Finding record deals with my old sound
Now Whole time been super faded
I guess I just said, fuck your co-sign
These local rappers get no pay
Ain't blowin up I pay no mind
Oh this year's got your name
We did all we want you get no time
Ayye You know ma
No worries and we pour wine
4:20 yeah we roll one
My weedman more loud
My team here got whole town
Been buzzing and that got my phone dying
My teachers ain't got no Idea
I did what they won't try
Hook
So
Tell all my teachers
Shut the fuck up
Tell all your friends
Shut the fuck up
Tell all your hoes
Shut the fuck up
Now tell em you tell em
Shut the fuck up
Verse
These fuckboys ain't done shit yet
Talking ‘bout views man it get trashed
Im talking ‘bout money I spit facts
Won't spit dope I just get cash
I sip slow and it get passed
My wrist cold it didn't get rashed
My zip code ain't telling them
Im repping the country they get banned
I get bands for night shows, hoes get stamped
Ain't signing no tits I just sign off with their best friends
She told me her friendie be waiting
Need to get dressed
I tell her she barely be 18 need to get rest
Pillow talking bitches
Pill on top syringes
Below top is rigid
Been off topic with it
Been on vodka really
Can just not compare me
Candles lit, we blowing cannabis is crazy
Everybody want it, Im just not complacent
Everybody talking, can just not you phase me
They ain't prolly on it, get to talk Im basic
Been on the top no underground or basements
Hook
So
Tell all my teachers
Shut the fuck up
Tell all your friends
Shut the fuck up
Tell all your hoes
Shut the fuck up
Now tell em you tell em
Shut the fuck up