STFU

LETRA

STFU

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Shut the f*** up (Ooh)
Shut the f*** up
Shut the f*** up
Shut the f*** up

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Is there heaven for a pig?
Might spray paint that on my van
Hit two hundred on the bridge
Screamin', "Catch me if you can"
Mama, I'm not comin' home
I've been livin' with the band
Ayy, f*** stickin' to the plan
I'm tryna stick it to the man

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
What? (Woo)
I'm out of luck, rush, what?
Now I feel the rush
I'm really out of touch
Now the crowd has been so touched and the mobs don't rush
What? What?
No time
Eyes so rushed

[Verse 2]
I done fuc*** up
Off this shit, I lucked up
Yeah, they fuc*** up
They done got me fuc*** up
Now I'm fuc*** up
Off that shit that I done drunk
Man, these niggas out of luck
What?

[Verse 3: Brahim Gousse]
(Ayy-ayy) How you ask for a handouts and you ain't hit the concrete?
They say Hatians eatin' cats, I make sure my dogs eat
Rich, rich, rich, rich, I make sure it's under the seat
Eh, eh, eh, eh, I ain't got no time for the weak (Ayy-ayy)

[Verse 4: A$AP Rocky & Chance the Rapper]
No time, look at the Patek (No time)
Keep lookin' back at it (No time)
Yeah, what's up, sir? I'm really up, up
Tell Gousse, tell these niggas duck-duck
When are you and Rihanna? (Shut the f*** up)
Like when's the new album gonna—? (Shut the f*** up)
Back the f*** up
Watch your mouth or get packed the f*** up
[Verse 5: Keilo Kei]
Ah, shoot 'em in a barrell (Ah, kill, kill)
Keep on wakin' 'til the overkill
Big old bully and a half a milli'
Get up with 'em in a half a milli'
A$AP [?][1:26]
Pull up, goofy, ni***, shut the f*** up
[?][1:30] bucka-bucka
Show no mercy to these motherfuck***

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
What?
I'm out of luck, rush, what?
Now I feel the rush
I'm really out of touch
Now the crowd has been so touched and the mobs don't rush
No time, what? (No time)
Eyes so rushed

[Verse 6: A$AP Rocky]
It's like throw some shit (Ayy-ayy)
Sock a bitch, throw some shit (Ayy-ayy)
Bitch talkin' like she know some shit
Broke ni*** always owe some shit
Always beggin', tryna hold some shit
He ain't my twin, on some Olsen shit
Quit lyin' to hoes like he close and shit
I'm a grown man, on my wholesome shit
Talk my shit, boy, I torture this
Pretty boyish, grew up with the pimps and socialists
Always on my shit like porcelain
In the moshpit with all my ornaments
And my chain's twisted like contortionist
Order office, I went corporate
Too much insubordinates, unfortunately, it disappointin' me
Be off this shit, bitch (No time)
[Outro]
[?][2:15] dance from (Brraow, brraow)
That could be a face lift (Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)
You need it, [ándale ?] (Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)
He ain't even onto that (Ayy-ayy)
That could be a face lift (Ayy-ayy)
That could be a dumb split (Ayy-ayy)
That could be a face lift (Oh)
He ain't even onto that
Shut the f*** up (Shut the f*** up)
Shut the f*** up (Shut the f*** up)
Shut the f*** up, bitch (Shut the f*** up)
Shut the f*** up (Shut the f*** up)
Shut the f*** up (Shut the f*** up)
Shut the f*** up (Shut the f*** up)
Shut the f*** up, let me hear it (Shut the f*** up)
Shut the f*** up (Shut the f*** up)
Shut the f*** up (Shut the f*** up)
Shut the f*** up, bitch (Shut the f*** up)
Shut the f*** up (Shut the f*** up)
Shut the f*** up (Shut the f*** up)
Shut the f*** up (Shut the f*** up)
Shut the f*** up, let me hear it (Shut the f*** up)