Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shhhhhh, artist - The Cool Kids.
Date of issue: 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 |