Marty Grimes - Shut Up lyrics

(Verse 1: Marty Grimes) KDE On the boards, of course Marty grimes, truly yours You only need to know 2 things about me Im blunt, and Imma get what I want This another 4 12's in the trunk Never try I just naturally stunt Its in my genes Its in my veins I was made for this life And the chick that Im with know she only babe for the night Gotta get that right That's the first step to this lifestyle Walkin around worried about the future while I'm out spending everything I got enjoying right now Rappers say that they f** with me then cat off Imma keep it buck fifty that's they loss If you think that im stopping you way off No feature so no need to pay off Really im sayin this n***a ain't playin Got the perfect crowd in my corner And life is one hell of a coach While emotions got you all on the ropes I'm out with two bad b**hes somewhere on a boat Dreams of luxury dog, you really gonna wish that you would have f**ed with me dog No need to try and make it up to me dog, the way you hit me up kinda suss to me dog I see money, that's motivation No need to repeat what I'm demonstrating My head stay in the clouds, with the same crowd Before a n***a even came out Before I even brought the chain out Wonder what they gonna say now b**h, im Marty (Chorus: Marty Grimes) Imma do me And you do you I keep hearing theres real ones left but only a few Got no real reason to flex, im enjoying my view But I ain't there yet, and they sayin im next and that gotta be true, yeah that gotta be true You can't tell me nothing, can't tell me nothing, you can't tell me nothin, can't tell me nothing, can't tell me nothing And im lookin at the top you better tell them im comin Better tell them im comin Bout to hit the ground running Can't tell me nothin Can't tell me nothin Can't tell me nothin Shut up (Verse 2: Marty Grimes) Burn one for the money Two for the show Burn 3 to get ready, maybe a 4 for the road I be wilin out and not givin f**s Check my email for what to eat for lunch Swear a guilty conscioune have you actin tough But to be quite honest you don't act enough so put the actin up In a blacked out beamer With all tinted windows Rollers lookin in the window They hella mad on legit though No they can't stop me, never The smirk on my face got them kinda jealous Some old friends hating cause im ridin leather If you woulda stayed down we could rode together Chase this did together Never slackin or getting to comfy Its time to eat from the sound of my tummy My sh** is growlin so know that im comin Im playin jenga while stackin my money Get it and spend it and act like its nothing I hit it I hit it she think that im drumming When she get naked she snappin me something I get it I get it you factory stuntin And im after market, pushin that kinda whip where you don't have to park it Puttin hours for the check, so I had to spark it You last resortin, im aston martin so foreign If I'm in an aston martin im floorin It's a wrong move to step on these jordans Bet you I can make you a star if we record it (Chorus: Marty Grimes) Imma do me And you do you I keep hearing theres real ones left but only a few Got no real reason to flex, im enjoying my view But I ain't there yet, and they sayin im next and that gotta be true, yeah that gotta be true You can't tell me nothing, can't tell me nothing, you can't tell me nothin, can't tell me nothing, can't tell me nothing And im lookin at the top you better tell them im comin Better tell them im comin Bout to hit the ground running Can't tell me nothin Can't tell me nothin Can't tell me nothin Shut up Imma do me Shut up Shut up And you do you Shut up Shut up Can't tell me nothing Shut up Shut up Can't tell me nothing