Fatin - STFU (Shut The F*ck Up) lyrics

[Produced by Fatin] [Intro] [Hook] Time to face the facts You play your Roulette Always bet on black Ain't never went nowhere But black is back So when grown folks talkin' You shut your trap [Verse 1] This sh** sound like the theme song For anybody trying to get they scheme on Anybody that's bout it like when the scene on Half the scene tall, been running things like Cream Corn Too ghetto to falsetto But packed inside my jacket the ratchet is full-metal Reacting to attractions, chat with a little devil He reinstated my license to k** at all levels Blacker than the ace of spades And more militant than your whole army brigade Was on chillin' sh** then my little brother was sprayed Now I'm back k**in' sh** cuz the streets gotta be saved Heat's gotta be raised, I'm reclaiming the city You could bet your sweet a**, ma, half of ya titty It's so off the hook I'mma have to get busy With my staff back in tax, screamin' "Black is you wit me?" If the song come get me [Hook] [Verse 2] Now here come the boom My name ring bells like here come the groom I'm all in your booze, all in the groove All wins and you all can lose Yeah I'm awful cool and threw the sh** before I walked in the room I'll make ya ask yaself, dog don't a**ume If y'all gon' consume all of the brews And a condom all licky gonn' give y'all the whoooooo No great balls of fire, get you a lil richer And your brauds gon' expire When it come to those draws, boy, retire These crackers done went too far, dog, you tired It's time to clean up the streets, got a dime on the rhyme And got 10 on the beats Nicole was 5 stacks, the straps on the seat Got b**hes on my lap with they tracks on repeat Can you dig sh** deep? [Hook]