L Young - SHHH (feat. TrickyRick)

(Shhh)
(Shut the fuck up, bitch. Shu-Shut up, shut up, uh)
Buddy better hush up
I chill with four-leaf clover, better get your luck up
Really love your set, then show love man, throw that shit up
I keep adding to this plate, like it's dim sum
Lil' buddy 40 watt, he a dim one
Man, fuck your lil' ass drill, I hit big licks
This a damn lamb truck, this a big whip
I said shut up lil' nigga, go and get rich
So you can go and throw money on his favorite bitch (HA)
Plug hit me, said, "nigga do you need this?"
Bitch I'm pluggin' outta town, with my three fifths
Bitch I'm thuggin' at a show, with my preme-fit
I said, fuck yo two cents, you can keep it
(Buddy better shhh)
I keep that fire, keep that knock up on my hip
(Shhh)
He need to shut up, I could get him fuckin' hit
(Shhh)
I keep that fire, keep that knock up on my hip
(Shhh)
He need to shut up, I could get him fuckin' hit
Buddy better hush up
I chill with four-leaf clover, better get your luck up
Really love your set, then show love man, throw that shit up
I keep adding to this plate, like it's dim sum
Lil' buddy 40 watt, he a dim one
All the shawties in my car, went to Chinatown
She ain't listen to my music, but she like me now
Got a new AP, and I iced it out
She wanna give me hella coochie, but she do it for clout
Niggas talking hella shit, got poop in they mouths
That bitch must be Amber Heard, why there poop on my couch?
I was smokin' on a doobie, while I chill in the lounge
The bitch want it in her booty, she be liftin' her gown
The bitch want it in her booty, told her turn it around
I been raw-doggin' the bitch, the bitch called me a hound
I told the bitch pipe down, while I was pipin' her down
I hit her at the right angle, she was getting too loud
The king of punching in the LB, better give me a crown
Lay his face on the cement,I lay his ass on the ground
They ain't knowing where I'm staying , exes asking me now
Bitch, delete them old pics while they still in yo cloud
Know a bitch from the North, know a bitch from the South
Ho can't talk shit, with my dick in her mouth
Nigga said he want the fade, but he chickening it out
I hit a slant, then a fade, Imma hit my route
Lil shawty wanna see it, Imma whip it out
Not my dick, that's a Glock, thought you'd know by now
He gon' die, he gon' leak, taking foe-five rounds
Buddy better hush up
I chill with four-leaf clover, better get your luck up
Really love your set, then show love man, throw that shit up
I'll keep adding to this plate, like it's dim sum
Lil' buddy 40 watt, he a dim one
I keep that fire, keep that knock upon my hip
He need to shut up, I could get this nigga hit
I keep that fire, keep that knock up on my hip (ah)
You need to shut up, I could get this nigga hit (ah-ah)

Written by:
Logan LeCesne, Ricky Nuno

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