Shut Up (feat. Freddie Dredd & Lil Toe)

Ayy, I know you're obsessed (ayy, ayy)
 'Cause, damn, I look good, ayy
 I wish my old hoes the best (ayy)
 I'm just tryna get the money, money
 Mur-Mur-Murder on my mind, demon time, you know how I get
 I'ma grab my .9, that's my opp, I'ma get 'em wet
 Yeah, I'm from the south, but I'm only goin' up (ayy)
 Pussy come around, now he runnin' out of luck (ayy)
 Shells hit the floor when I'm lookin' at him duck, ayy
 Glocks don't jam and that's why I keep it tucked, ayy
 Why you call my phone? I've already had enough, ayy
 I don't want you, baby, I could never fall in love
 Whe-Whe-When they hear my name, all the bitches go insane
 Better shut your fuckin' mouth before the Dredd will take you out
 Once again, in the van, hear the devil through the man
 I ain't scared, got no fear when I put it into gear
 Player from the north and I'm creepin' in your city
 I ain't got no pity for a buster, you a kitty
 No rules, you fuckin' fool, it ain't cool to lose it do
 Voodoo in the back, I ain't havin' none of that
 Fre-Fre-Freddie had some visions, man
 Freddie got them bitches, man
 Who the fuck is this motherfucker tryna play my game?
 Do not try me, it's wise, or you're gonna fuckin' die
 Do not cry, there's no point, I will never disappoint
 Keep it close, I'm a ghost, I'm on 2K, you the most
 Evil runnin' through my head, all I want is to be dead
 Off myself, no one help, always creepin' by myself
 I don't need no bitch, no assistant to tell me where to go
 Always cold, better go, bundled in the fuckin' snow
 Dig deep, deep and your body's almost deeper
 I am just a creep, but with some hope, I'll get a feature
 On the news, bodies bruised, no one will know what to do