Khai - STFU lyrics

[Intro] Over that dubstep sh** ('Ell yea) Yeah! You ever have that one person or persons in your life who like to run their mouth? (Uh huh!) And they just keep talkin, and talkin, and talkin? (Blah blah blah blah blah blah) They ain't sh**! Yeah, I hate them too But you can play this song for them. Let's go! [Verse 1] I don't give a.... f** what you think, keep your mouth shut Everybody seems to always have something to say, but I'm a Put em in their mothaf**in' place and I'm a tell 'em all to... Okay I'm back and I'm carrying a vengeance, when I rap, see I murder every sentence When I'm on a track like this, I rip it like a hit of crack, cause the spit's addictive b**hes, runnin at the lip, but your sh** talkin won't amount to nothin I'm trying to make something out of this music, it's McDonald's b**h I love it f** what you say cause I'm doing my thing, you can run at the lip, but I'm bringing the pain Cause I'm sick & insane when I spit from my brain, and the name is A-Game and I'm aiming for fame Stay in your lane cause you ain't finna change, we ain't the same, I don't hang around lames They think that I play, until I be telling you fakes to.... SHUT THE fu*k UP fu*k YOU, I'm back on again, I'm coming equipped and I'm strapped with a pen The moment I step in the lab to get up on a track, I'm a k** it from start to the end I'm learning that snakes'll pretend to be friends, they f**in you over, not making amends But I'm a keep it movin, never stoppin like I'm losin, cause I'm all up in this b**h and I ain't never gonna quit! [Bridge] STFU "Bruh, what makes you think you can make it with this music sh** out of Bradenton, Florida, bruh? You ain't We The Kings, you trippin!" "Yeah bruh, you and that group Zoo Crew that you used to be in... y'all got a little bit of buzz here in Bradenton, Florida but that's about it. You ain't gon' make it. You're only gonna have a fanbase here in Bradenton, bruh." "AYE MAN, JUST IGNORE THEM HATIN ASS MOTHAfu*kAS YO, YOU DOPE AS fu*k MAN, I WANNA GET ON A TRACK WITH YOU FOREAL, BRUH, I KNOW ALL THEM MANAGERS, I CAN GET YOU SIGNED, I GOT A BIG ASS RECORD LABEL BRUH, I KNOW ALLLL THE MANAGERS I CAN GET YOU PLAYED AT EVERY CLUB IN TAMPA, MAN! YOU DOPE AS fu*k, BRUH, LET ME GET ON A TRACK WITH YOU DAWG, LET ME GET ON A TRACK BRUH, LET'S GO! COME ON NOW!" "Aye man, for real man, send me this song I can put it on the radio, I know all the guys down at Wild 94.1! Yeah man, I know umm, what's his name? That manager, who's the manager? Umm, Todd? Umm, Chad? Wait. Chad? Timothy? AW, WHATEVER MAN, I KNOW EM THOUGH, FOR REAL BRUH, JUST SEND ME THE TRACK I GOT YOU MAN!" [Verse 2] You already know what it is Yo, this isn't me being an egotistal prick at all It's just, if you're gonna bullsh** me.... Coming right back with the quickness, bringing that sickness like it's syphillus Still talkin sh**, but it is what it is, trick, k** yourself with a double set of slit wrists Got a problem? I bet I'll fix it, I'll leave a little dipsh** left with stitches I'm pessimistic for a set of big lips, k**in off a beat and anybody who's a witness (STFU) - nothing that you say is beneficial (STFU) - just bang your head to this instrumental Glove to it, rave to it, just turn it up, cause this rage music I stay improving with the way I do it, I'm turnt up and I'm never losing So f** what you say, I'm so for real, I'm on my sh** and you know the deal You talkin sh** like you hot as sh**, but that's only if you be holding steel Or behind the safety of Facebook, best shut your mouth, or get your face shook I'm dangerous if you think you tough, then step up or shut up and I'm done! STFU