Shut Em Down - Kris Kasanova, Jarv Dee, Skeme

I met shorty out in Flatbush

Pictures on that MacBook

Met her Friday, hit it Friday

You see how long that took

Say my voice do something major

Fuck with her behavior

I be waking up the neighbors

Work her out, I’m AC Slater

Bout my paper, bout my paper

HUH?!

Ye’en know?

Chips on top of chips, my pockets looking like casino

Shotgun, with Kino

Ballin' out with no chemo

Know I keeps it all kilo

Matter fact, add another zero

We catching waves, they catching feelings

Got yo bottom bitch topless

Legs hittin' the ceiling

Triple X nigga

Living life just like a felon

So when they ask me what I do, this is what I tell 'em

All I smoke is OG

All I bump is my shit

Ask 'em why they hate on me

Yo bitch be on my dick

Niggas actin funny when I’m back in town

Ask me what I do

I tell 'em shut it down

I know killers in California who down for the kid

If I give niggas the word then they gon' tear off yo lid

I got bitches on payroll who do whatever for peso

I get my lean from the pharmacy

Cocaina from Pedro

Living straight from the ghetto

Riding round with that metal

Thuggin' heavy on bitches

I’m strapped and ready for snitches

I make it look like its nothin'

It might be something to you

Only call yo bitch when I get bored that ho just something to do

Pay 600 for shoes

Shits is Louie, they euro

Brand new on all these haters

I just hopped out of that two door

My cup be fulla that purple

This that actin, no Nuvo

They said I’d never make it

Thank the Lord I found me a loophole

Nigga

All I smoke is OG

All I bump is my shit

Ask 'em why they hating on me

Yo bitch be on my dick

Niggas actin funny when I’m back in town

Ask me what I do

I tell 'em shut it down

Got a young Seattle sluey

Badass yellow wit a booty

But she gets no encore, cause its musical chairs when I get moody

See them floozies always choosey

But I swear the always choose me

I just hit 'em and break like wind

Wendy Winston, chick excuse me

Got that garbage pail

Funky smell

Twisted in a cigarill'

Problem?

Fuck it

Pop a pill

Or I lean until I’m Texas trill

Texas chainsaw ya chick

Bet he won’t, but I bet I will

I’m taking drags from the blunt until I’m dead

Nigga, Emmett Till

Mr. Novocain Vain, I could give a fuck how another nigga feel

Tell him stay in his land or his Mario Kart can get banana peeled

4−5 in the horse Porsche

That’s just that bonanza feel

Gold around my neck blowing Olympic O’s, that’s just how greatness feel

All I smoke is OG

All I bump is my shit

Ask 'em why they hate on me

Yo bitch be on my dick

Niggas actin' funny when I’m back in town

Ask me what I do

I tell 'em shut it down

Shut em down

Yeah nigga, I shut em down