Angel Haze - Shut The f** Up lyrics

[Verse 1] I guess I expected this, partially detected this You boutta get cut up, frog b**hes get dissected b**h First off, I respect your diss…you did all your digging first And you tried hardest and still failed when that didn't work You the type of b**h to try to son a b**h who know you barren Type of b**h to lie about the type of sh** that's so apparent Type of b**h to say she good when all her flows be incoherent Type of b**h to make me push her to an edge that she know is hairless Talking loud on Twitter, claiming that you that b**h Flaw as f** in public, a world wide catfish Listen this ain't beef nor a match b**h Not a f**ing finger laid, just a f**ing track ripped And don't confuse yourself, you not in my lane My whole style is really f**ing out of your range I could rap circles round your entire set list Body your life and leave that sh** unaffected See you thought that the Twitter sh** was just for the blogs Thought you wouldn't get your whole head cut the f** off Thought I'd have second thoughts about hitting you off And when I see you, all I wanna do is stomp on your jaw You're an Internet goon, a Twitter personality A b**h who's eggplant weaves and p**y are catastrophes In the industry they talking bout you, ask Trevor Jeradeau When he tried to sign me he said Interscope was scared for you “They about to catch a brick, Azealia ain't making sh**..” How much Twitter beef does it take to wanna make you get Into the studio and come up with a different flow Stop tryna recreate 212 cause its the only sh** you know Listen, you ain't f**ing with me lyrically I just rule your b**h a** like this motherf**ing tyranny I guess I should've thought before I wrote a twenty minute roast And put my head into the flow, like yours in studio Weak b**h, Interscope be paying you to sleep Meanwhile I'm the one b**h they praying you could beat And to be honest, well, I really wanted to like you But you ugly and you lame and your flows all recycled And your broke a** was a broke b**h since a broke b**h was a broke b**h And I know some girls who knew you in like '06 And they all say you was wild gay and wild lame and considering You f**ed anything, b**h you f**ing anything I don't have time for b**hes who be f**ing anything And they said you was never liked, and tryna buy love And to my surprise, well... that didn't surprise us Remember at the spotted pig? You was tryna stunt and floss And I was like, this b**h tryna pay me to get broken off Tell me why you really mad, sent a text the next day Hold up wait what kinda p**y sh** is that? b**hes wish they could beat me, look at me, I just drop a ho And if I'm feeling froggy, I jump em like they Geronimo b**h I'm on my level you looking like you just dropped a flow My flow so consistent you in and out like a stop and go Tell her she ain't f**ing with me, b**h you ain't f**ing with me I got that fire flow, my tonsils probably f**ing crispy You weak and you done and were previously sonned By a b**h that's too young And normally, I'm anti-suicide But you can't beat me, it's your choice Do or die You weak b**h