Shut The Studio Down (feat. Stephen Pierce)

I-L-E! I-L-E! (What?!) I-L-E! (What?!) I-L-E! Let's go! Ziccy hit 'em with the stupid vision We got new admissions Stephen shoot don't miss it I'm a Happy Hour nigga Who gon' stick it But that Dream Team winnin' They ain't ever brickin' I'm a Happy Hour nigga Who gon' rip it You's a sappy sour nigga Who gon' slip it This that final hour nigga Who gon' kick it Poke the bear and nigga You gon' end up missin' You gon' show up missin' when I pull up on scenes Slow it listen on that track, he a fiend Hold up listen run it back it to the team Touch it back that's a safety I'm mean Hold up nigga don't go playin wit me Pour up baby you gon' play with the beast Roll it baby that's roulette on the beat Blow it baby that's that good luck I need (Ok) Everywhere I look I see a has been Who's he? 'Bout to stack up cheddar like it's (uh) Ratatouille End up on a record, I'm gon' have 'em Oowee Comedy Niggas too weak I flow with the air that we breathe Why must I say it? You niggas could never be me I'm one with the beat, if we got on with Stephen No touching the stove, cause we bringin' the heat God damn, it's a hunnid degrees When five suns together, we call that a solar release You claim you on top, then we call for impeachment Rose in the stu, pay respect to deceased! I say huh When I move Nervous, never quiet in the booth You know that it's higher than the truth I'm trying to instill in my youth And I'm reaching peaks Like I invented stools And I'm moving for youth And I'm moving for you And your friends and family We all make it happen Steady, we pushin' our passion Believe so our fruits everlasting This shit's everlasting You can turn back the pages See where we were and that growth you can feel And that moment in time we was feeling vexatious So I fixated Focused on the trials rather than the tribulations I know it's been awhile you just gotta be patient I can be blunt but you still couldn't face it And that's the facts We can never chill we can never relax We been to the future and I'm trying go back Hit 'em with the Pierce just to get 'em off track Hit 'em with the Pierce just to get 'em off track Stephen Pierce Verse: Hol' up Niggas talk down on the gang I'm a wipe they whole face I'm a keep getting better they probably gon' hate me My money today bitch, I don't like waiting Don't touch the pot bitch it's too hot to handle You got left on read ha bitch I could never I don't be on Twitter but all in her header I'll never cheat babe let's f*ck hoes together I pop like confetti You pop cause of pressure I make my bitch cum and her coochie stay cramping I hate first impressions and social endeavors So f*ck everybody bitch like I'm nick cannon Bitch I'm a prophet with positive profits You niggas libido I'm too hard to stop I'm coming for everything like a tsunami It's Stephen and Happy Hour bitch we poppin' (Yeah it's nonsense) (Uh) (NIGGA) Cutting them up like a medium steak And we bashing and slashing ya You just ain't matching us You're an old version, that's why they ain't patching ya Feeling outdated yet Hope that they trashing ya Happy Hour still in that beta test Better digest Say it with ya chest I am unimpressed Fall asleep on niggas when he said he's at his best Gotta change it up Maybe have a dream, never let it up Be the better man So troublin' You a letter man I gotta sit down for a minute (K6!) You gotta look at the bigger picture Your souls and ya views, bitch you're just old news I can give you another lesson But you might get bruised Getting menacing and aggressive Make me feel like Tom Cruise Yeah I got screws loose Makes you say who's who Steaming red hot fumes Bitch I'm shuttin' down the stu nigga!