Timxs2 – Shhh (feat. Krashton) Lyrics

Shh that pack to loud
We came with them stick
Yeah them choppas got rounds
Told her shut up just open ya mouth
Shh
Don’t make a sound
Brr
Body count
This ain’t a stick up but yo hoe get Down
A band on his head got raising
Allowances
Too many racks
What I look like just counting it
I keep a baddie on me
I keep the Mac tuck inside of my jeans
Bust down a Patek Patek Philippe
She calling me daddy
She down on her knees
He said he was hard
He ain’t from the streets
Play that hoe like guitar pulling her Weave
She got that water drip more than My wrist
Yeah I’m a starter you ain’t even the sixth man
Shh that pack to loud
We came with them stick yea them Choppas got rounds
Told her shut up just open ya mouth
Shh
Don’t make a sound
Brr
Body count
This ain’t a stick up but yo hoe get Down
Hellcat got no roof
Hit it one time
Get her outta my room
Diamonds they wet like I stay in the Pool
Handyman I gotta keep me a tool
She want new titties
I bought some boobs
Got both Chanel and fendi
I don’t got a choose
Shh
Shh
Shh
Yeah yeah yeah
I got money bags
I might buy yo bitch
I might cash the shit
Run it back
I might run it back
F*ck right on that bitch
What you want
Pop out wit that guap
Choppa hit nigga like a sock
Holes in yo brand new socks
That bitch dirty
Thank god
F*ck from the butt
Eat her for brunch
Choppa aiming at your spine
Run away from this nine
Pop a nigga on his grind
F*ck a bitch and broke her spine
Yeah yeah yeah yeah Von
Shh
Be quiet my shooter
He stay with a cannon
Mariah
Uh oh Fire
Them choppas be signing
Choir
Ayy you heard what they said shh
They said that I fell off Like sim
I was dusting some rust off
Used to be in the trap
My bro had the metal
Them hollow tips
Will knock your head off
Don’t needa be strapped
I got niggas that’ll let off
The choppa go
Like we featuring set off
Hollon Hollon
Shit I meant offset
If it’s smoke on the scene
Then we never offset
Your money Fugazi
So bitch write me all checks
Rather vibe than that gunplay but I Can be on that
Niggas talk shit
Swear to god you don’t want that
Ap and fr
Yeah I still rep it
I’m beating them beat
Up domestic
Why you still talking
Nigga we reckless
Walk down no drive by
It can get hectic
Ain’t no OG
F*ck an election
Shh shh shh
Won’t pop a bitch
But I will if I need to
Put holes in his body
Make him look see through
If the gang got smoke with u
Nigga than me too
Kick her out after neck
Bitch I don’t need u
Cause bitches
Be iffy and fishy seafood
My neck be shining
Cuban vvs too
I feel like breezy
Post and delete you
Shh shh ya digg
Shh that pack to loud
We came with them stick yea them choppas got rounds
Told her shut up just open ya mouth
Shh
Don’t make a sound
Brr
Body count
This ain’t a stick up but yo hoe get Down