Shut Up

[Verse 1: Mibbs]Knucklehead niggas with the base in the trunkBout to bubble like peroxide layin in a cutGrown ass kids who don't want to grow upBut will have to do it soon cause our money's grown upBut even if I had 5 mil in the bankI'm a still put a 5 dollar bill in the tankWhat you thank? I'm a change cause I got a new RangeFuck that ante up, man who in her got some changeAnd we lookin for Dame's with the tight stretch pantsIn the big booty stance with no particular plansThey all like to party and so do me and my man'sSo we picked a destination and head straight to the sandsThat's the beach, for the fam that's at least once a weekWhere we grab a couple freaks and show em the coral reefYou know what I mean, it's that sticky Cali GreenAnd it's out your wildest dreamsListen to the beat andShut Up[Hook: The Cool Kids](Shut Up in between each line)Just keep your eyes on the road andIt's best you keep your mouth closedStop playin with your cell phoneCause it's about to get thrownJust keep your eyes on the road andIt's best to keep your mouth closedAnd don't you think about touching my Stereo[Verse 2: BeYoung]Ay Yo Yo, Ay Yo YoHop in my bucket baby, let's swing a episodeHit the mall, trick it all, see how far yo credit goDaddy with them sweaters low, with the Po in front of itPhoney man of the year, who you think you fuckin withUsed to get the ugly chicks, now they all country thickAll they get is trips to Rosko's for them country gritsWhen I'm on my Southern shit, Might hit the Waffle HouseHave em gone off the Kush, leave em with the cotton mouthBring em in swap em out, seat em in knock em downSee them twin woofers beatin hard time to quite downLet me play the pilot now, listen to that [?] soundI was Holy Moly when Smoke was singin "Shop Around"See my Collar? Pop it now, Neiman Marcus shopin nowHair did, nails did, got you lookin proper nowWow! you stylin on em, flyer than falcons on emThis is for my ladies who crazy and got a mouth on emShut Up![Hook: The Cool Kids][Verse 3: Like]Naw, there ain't another nigga flyerMy bitch so cold you could promote her on the flyerThese ugly chicks hatin when I'm rollin up beside herBendin them corners til the curb kiss the tiresThese ho niggas liar's that's word to the ChoirI be with my nigga Dom in Leimert smokin fireWhere's my lighter? Mash the Kush in the CypherIn that puff pass motion, but I ain't touchin yo salivaYou Juicy Mouthed, Chickens cluckin in them Hoochie outfitsSwift don't just dock the tracks with people we house withDon't talk to me bout fashion dog you be wylinYou still think Coogi stylish, Who's ya stylist?I'm usually loungin, puffin on some GanjaBumpin some Sinatra, Cuttin up some pastaSnackin with my elbow on the table eatin LobstersNapkin over the collar in case I'm sloppy with the SalsaMan Shut Up[Hook: The Cool Kids]