Lyrics to STFU (feat. Young Lito)

[Intro: Rob Markman]

You know

They've been doubtin' me my whole life

I'm ready though



[Verse 1: Rob Markman]

I'ma smooth put my feet up, after I beat the beat up

Drop the dope in your speakers, then spin around on the re-up

They said I was a dreamer, prolly need a bunch of features

I sat, thought about it, fuck it, I don't need 'em

And I ain't with all the back and forth, I'm not Aaliyah

Diss me, you won't get a reply either

Nah, know I'm lyin', I'ma give that boy the ether

Gas, skate off and laugh just like Khalifa (hahaha)

There ain't a rapper I can't bar with

Wordplay fire, tell me who I gotta spar with

And this gon' open up the market

Hov said, "Ain't no compromise, this our shit" (Hovain, what up?)

Okay, I'm glad that he said it then

This next line murder, I don't know that they ready yet

But I don't give a fuck, fuck if I'm offendin' 'em

I'm interviewin' rappers that I know that I'm better than



[Chorus: Rob Markman]

Everybody love to talk when you comin' up

This the shit right here that's gon' shut 'em up

I want the top spot, fuck a runner up (it's Lito)

And when I'm done, I'ma go and drop another one



[Verse 2: Young Lito]

Look, first off I'm a mothafuckin' animal

And known for movin' 'round with weight just like a camel do

Eatin' rappers, yeah, I'm a cannibal

And everything I spit flames, my bars is flammable

I don't need no lighter, I'm so fire

You see the jewels, threw stones at my messiah

They make the chain brighter

Just like strobe lights

When it's beef, we suit up like it's prom nights

Strapped, we beyond fights

I was the nigga feelin' cold on them warm nights

'Cause I had ripped jeans and some torn Mikes

I still got ripped jeans, but it's alright

'Cause these shits cost two grand, and that's just light

Like your pockets, I do it 'cause I got it

I'm ballin' like a Rocket, you a fan so you watch it

Niggas adore my hustle but can't knock it

I knew how to make it but didn't know I was the prophet

Lito is the savior, hip-hop, I'm here to save ya

I got the juice when niggas run out, I'm like your neighbor

Remember? We used to mob in parks

Dodgin' narcs, now just tryna shoot up the charts

Before I knew I was a genius, I was robbin' marks

I'm only here for the bags like shoppin' carts

And I'ma ride 'til the wheels break, if I ain't got the steel

I don't feel safe, I need a hundred mil' in a steel safe



[Chorus: Rob Markman]

Everybody love to talk when you comin' up

This the shit right here that's gon' shut 'em up

I want the top spot, fuck a runner up

And when I'm done, I'ma go and drop another one



[Verse 3: Rob Markman]

And it's the late show

Better slow your roll and use a Mase flow

Got killers on the payroll who move on the say-so

I sleep in this Ralph Lauren, you better lay low

Ain't gotta wait to the song end to catch this fade though

Turn my music up high, then play it back

My hits bang in your lobby...

I'm gettin' paid in full, blow a stack, make it back

So when you here the (money counter) you know I'm chasin' cash

Calico loaded, lean back without an eighth of Act

Look at me king, you one-eyed jacks just make me laugh

The deck is stacked, shit, I had to face the facts

The Ace is back, you jokers ain't got the spades to match

I make these devils skate without the Jason mask

And split the cake in half, break it down, that's basic math

I hate to brag, but the only time I paid for ass

Is when I copped your new shit, goddamn your tape is trash

Fuck outta here