You sound like a bitch, bitch Shut the fuck up When your fans become your haters Fuck, your beard's weird You yellin' at the mic, you weird beard We doin' this once Your beard's weird, why you yellin' at the mic?

Shut up, shut up, shut up, I'll fuck you up Can't find a way To get across the hate When I see you I feel it scratch inside I want to slash and beat you I rip apart the things inside I can't control myself

Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws Can't a young nigga get money any more? (ah) Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor (ah) Come to meet me without no drawers? We flyer than a parakeet, floatin' with no parachute Shut the fuck up when you talk

I could give a fuck about a diss, ya heard? (ya heard?) I could give a fuck about your clique, ya heard? (ya heard?) Shut the fuck up 'fore I rock your bitch, ya heard? (ya heard?) Shut the fuck up Stone-stone when I'm in my zoney zone Smokin' on the

Oi rudeboy, shut up If you don't rate me, shame on you State your name, cuz Stormzy, init What we doing today? Repping, init Yeah, fucking repping, init Yeah fire in the park, let's go!

Don't talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh) Don't stare at me, nuh-uh (Ooh) Yeah, I done glowed up (Chyeah) Then I fucked your bitch, uh-huh (Uh-huh) What's your name? Lil Pump (Brrt) Told that bitch shut up (Chyeah) I drink a lotta lean (Ooh), pop a lotta pills

Stop playin' with me, playin' with me They want me to shut the fuck up, fuck that They want my tail and my nuts tucked, fuck that They're tryna get me to hate me, fuck that 'Cause y'all can't ever ever play me, fuck that Somebody gon' end up hurt I

I guess I took a good selfie But first, shut the fuck up Let me take another fuck now

With you, with you, with you, with you again I won't fall down that fucking rabbit hole All the hints that you leave are too hard to believe at all I'm barely standing on the ground Dear head, shut up I can't listen no more It's late, so shut up Is one

Shut the fuck up! Get up! Times are looking grim these days Holding on to everything It's hard to draw the line Itching is the pulse inside Creeping out to come alive It's just doing what it's gonna do And I'm, I'm hiding in this empty space Tortured by