A$AP Rocky – STFU (feat. Slay Squad) Lyrics

STFU

A$AP Rocky (feat. Slay Squad)

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"STFU." - A$AP Rocky (feat. Slay Squad)

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 09:47 pm

Album: Don't Be Dumb

Track No: 09

Shut the fuck up (Ooh)
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
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
Aye, fuck stickin' to the plan
I'm tryna stick it to the man (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
I done fucked up
Off this shit, I lucked up
Yeah, they fucked up
They done got me fucked up
Now I'm fucked up
Off that shit that I done drunk
Man, these **** out of luck
What? (Aye-aye)
How you ask for handouts and you ain't hit the concrete?
They say Haitians 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 (Aye-aye, 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 **** duck-duck
When are you and Rihanna—?
Shut the fuck up
Like when's the new album gonna—?
Shut the fuck up
Back the fuck up
Watch your mouth or get packed the fuck up
Ah, shoot 'em in a barrel (Ah, kill, kill)
Keep on wakin' till the overkill
Big old bully and a half a milli'
Get up with 'em in a half a milli'
A$AP horny, livin' faulty, fucked up
Pull up, goofy ****, shut the fuck up
Maserati full of bucka-bucka
Show no mercy to these motherfuckers (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
It's like throw some shit (Aye-aye)
Sock a bitch, throw some shit (Aye-aye)
Bitch talkin' like she know some shit
Broke **** 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 boy ish, 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)
That could be a dome split (Brraow, brraow)
That could be a face lift (Aye-aye, aye-aye)
You ain't even on all that (Aye-aye, aye-aye)
You ain't even on all that (Aye-aye)
That could be a face lift (Aye-aye)
That could be a dome split (Aye-aye)
That could be a face lift (Oh)
You ain't even onto that
Shut the fuck up (Shut the fuck up)
Shut the fuck up (Shut the fuck up)
Shut the fuck up (Shut the fuck up)
Bitch, shut the fuck up (Shut the fuck up)
Shut the fuck up (Shut the fuck up)
Shut the fuck up (Shut the fuck up)
Shut the fuck up, let me hear it
Shut the fuck up (Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up)
Shut the fuck up (Shut the fuck up)
Shut the fuck up (Shut the fuck up)
Bitch, shut the fuck up (Shut the fuck up)
Shut the fuck up (Shut the fuck up)
Shut the fuck up (Shut the fuck up)
Shut the fuck up, let me hear it (Shut the fuck up)
Shut the fuck up

Writer(s): Rakim Mayers, Adam Feeney, Brahim Gousse, Keione Dante Benson, Deaton Chris Anthony, Jordan Patrick, Larrance Dopson & Lamar 'mars' Edwards.

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