Zack Fox - ​shut the fuck up talking to me lyrics

[Intro: Zack Fox] Yeah, yeah, b*tch Sit your stupid ass down, ni**a [Verse 1] Hop out the Ghost while you flyin' Spirit I'm Paris in the mirror, tryna check my appearance Gettin' head while I'm starin', singin' Marvin lyrics You with your dusty ass b*tch, runnin' errands Don't get embarrassed tryna snatch my carats My ni**as barbaric, sh*t could get ugly as fu*k like Ed Sheeran Catch you on your off day like Ferris, shoot you in your larynx Kick your baby out the carriage, then I flee the scene Hop up in that big body b*tch like it's Gundam Wing Then go and do a speech like Doctor King Walk to the mic and scream [Chorus] "Shut the fu*k up talkin' to me" [Verse 2] With your baby momma watchin' the rain drizzle Candles lit, listening to Kevin Little You on your mans couch, eatin' crystals She finna su*k me like a Bissel She said you rarely ever catch the signals You could tell I was a menace by the grimace in my baby pictures Atlanta ni**a until the death of me Afro grown, shirt open like it's the 70s b*tch, I'll fly a drone to your crib and blow up everything Rain down from heaven with weapons, like they some melodies My foot on they neck while I'm eatin' nectarines Loyalty is often spoke about, but it's seldom seen I'm in the port of Miami, off of seven beans ni**a try to swing, I hit him with a pedigree b*tch think I'm trapped 'cause she got my baby, ni**a, please Before I change the diaper on a jit, I'll drink a fifth of bleach, fu*k you mean? [Chorus] Shut the fu*k up talkin' to me (Yeah) [Verse 3] On the block with a cougar, sippin' Palomas Hit the spot and do some yoga Keep the .9 like the SCOTUS Stuck with my ni**as like legs to the plastic of your grandmomma sofa sh*t, fu*k You ni**a's grunts, you better lay low My ni**as way too elite, leave 'em with halos Yeah, they know RIP to L-O I'm in the plaza eatin' Play-Doh Why you always tryna flex with Dracos? Yeah, you let it sing, but that b*tch wasn't hittin' sh*t like it was J-Lo You want a seat at the cracker table I'm tryna burn the whole house down like Django Truth hurts, like steppin' on a LEGO I don't like rappers, I be buyin' tickets, go to they shows And throw tomatoes, like, "Ayo, boo this ni**a!" [Outro] Shut the fu*k up talkin' to me