Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shhhhhh , by - The Cool Kids. Release date: 24.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Shhhhhh |
| Brand new V on twenty-threes |
| Walked through the 'jects, came out kinda flee |
| Take care of the paper and invest in a key |
| Lot of hundreds on me, got a whole lot of chi-chi |
| Lot of diamonds on me, told the jeweler man freeze me |
| Brick after brick, damn, the whole hood need me |
| Louis V 'fit, hit the scene with a bad bitch |
| Real trap nigga, now they got me on TV |
| Was a scammin' ass nigga gettin' rich off a tablet |
| Havoc, slidin' with them sticks automatic |
| Yeah, beat it down, bitch, like I’m daddy |
| On tour, still got dope in my cabin |
| Designer mix-match, go crazy with your fashion |
| Forty-two four, say hello to my passion |
| New drop cost two hundred, gotta dash it |
| Four hundred for the zip, that’s all white ashes |
| Miss me like a wifey with the threats, pal |
| 'Fore I turn your name to the next Pat |
| Off the top rope, fall, splash, ex-pat |
| Know I gotta get back (Yeah) |
| Lot of money in the backpack (Uh) |
| Lot of money in the backpack (Ah) |
| Doors open like a rat trap |
| And the GPS can’t track that |
| They dead |
| I’m switchin' permissions |
| I’m switchin' the passwords on you niggas |
| Last words from you niggas |
| Laugh first on you niggas, burst on you niggas (Yeah) |
| We doin' division |
| That half and the quarter, that’s different percentage (Wow) |
| We come with precision |
| We come with the scissors, we cuttin' you out |
| You knew what it was when you met me |
| We ain’t gotta talk about that, though |
| I just met a plug and he blessed me (The plug) |
| We ain’t gon' talk about that, though |
| You knew what it was when you met me |
| We ain’t gotta talk about that, though |
| I just met a plug and he blessed me |
| We ain’t gotta talk about that, though |
| Twirlin' fettuccine pasta |
| White wine sauce, just somethin' slight, though |
| If you wanna place a bet on it, don’t step on it, you can call Lonzo |
| Twist the jar closed, swingin' elbows |
| Leave a scale of those blues and yellows |
| I could send a will to you with a pill, but the folks know where your mail go |
| It’s on sale, though |
| Liquidated, oh, we on a sailboat |
| Silk 'fit like I sell dope |
| And it cost a brick like my jumper’s broke |
| Quick, pronto, swift Carlos |
| White barcode |
| Me, Z Money serve Mikey and Cardo |
| Ayy, this beat hard, though |
| You knew what it was when you met me |
| We ain’t gotta talk about that, though |
| I just met a plug and he blessed me (The plug) |
| We ain’t gon' talk about that, though |
| You knew what it was when you met me |
| We ain’t gotta talk about that, though |
| I just met a plug and he blessed me |
| We ain’t gotta talk about that, though |