Shut Up
Yung Mal Lyrics

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(Zone 6 nigga, Pyrex Whippa, Pyrex)

So many motherfuckin' diamonds on
Top of my wrist (yeah, yeah)
Everywhere I go, they wan' take a pic
(Take a pic)
They eat up the drip, so I custom my 'fit 
(Eat the drip) still in the field

I'm equipped with them sticks (Hah)
Pussy ass niggas ain't rockin' like this
(Pussy) couple racks get him hit
Really ain't have to pay shit
Had to stay down, I ain't have patience
(Stay down)
She try to trap me, I use latex (Bitch)
Still ride through my hood
I be ducked behind tints (yeah)
Iceburg got the shit hot like some grit's
(Ice)
Bitch already know how I'm rockin', she hit
(yeah)
So many racks, that shit stacked like a book
(Racks, yeah) straight in her mouth
She suck dick like a nook (Bitch)
I'm runnin' this shit right
Now like I'm Trump (yeah)
Four by four when I pull up in truck
(Pull up)
Lil' nigga ain't gettin' to the money
Just shut up (Shh)

When I walk in the bank
Make them ring the alarm (yeah)
I got a Rolex on both of my arms (yeah)
Zone 6 nigga, the cream of the corn (Zone)
223, make it blow like a horn
So many cars, need a twelve-car garage
These niggas pussy, they fake and façade
(Hah)
Beat the trap down, bitch, I need an award
Put racks on top of your head, a reward
(Racks) bitch, I run shit 'round
Here like the warden (Uh, huh)
Ball like Jordan (I ball)
Fuck her, she tryna record it (Nasty)
Killin' the game like abortion (Killed it)
Ferrari, it came with the horses
I get a check like Nike endorsement
My wrist like Rikers, it's water
(Rikers Island)

So many motherfuckin' diamonds on
Top of my wrist (yeah, yeah)
Everywhere I go, they wan' take a pic
(Take a pic)
They eat up the drip, so I custom my 'fit
(Eat the drip) still in the field
I'm equipped with them sticks (Hah)
Pussy ass niggas ain't rockin' like this
(Pussy) couple racks get him hit
Really ain't have to pay shit
Had to stay down, I ain't have patience
(Stay down)
She try to trap me, I use latex (Bitch)
Still ride through my hood
I be ducked behind tints (yeah)
Iceburg got the shit hot like some grit's
(Ice)
Bitch already know how I'm rockin', she hit
(yeah)
So many racks, that shit stacked like a book
(Racks, yeah) straight in her mouth
She suck dick like a nook (Bitch)
I'm runnin' this shit right
Now like I'm Trump (yeah)
Four by four when I pull up in truck
(yeah, pull up)
Lil' nigga ain't gettin' to the money
Just shut up (Keed, talk to 'em, shh)

Yeah, if the ho that you fuckin'
Ain't gettin' to no money
Please tell that ho shut up (Shut up, bitch)
No, I don't fuck with none
Of the young hoes, these bitches be set-ups
(Ugh) shit, I just got a paint job, nigga
Just watch where you step (Shh)
Yeah, these bitches I got, they gold-diggers
They just wanna fuck (Let's go)
In the Hellcat and it's low-key
But fuck that shit, i'm switching out lane
And pull up with this buck-buckshot, shit
Curb full of brains
Yeah, boy, I'm in LA, yeah
I'm smokin' the best
I'm smokin' on dank (Wow, LA)
Shots at his brain, we knock off his head
Give a fuck what you think

So many motherfuckin' diamonds on
Top of my wrist (yeah, yeah)
Everywhere I go, they wan' take a pic
(yeah, Slimeball, take a pic)
They eat up the drip, so I custom my 'fit
(Eat the drip) still in the field
I'm equipped with them sticks (Hah)
Pussy ass niggas ain't rockin' like this
(Pussy) couple racks get him hit
Really ain't have to pay shit
Had to stay down, I ain't have patience
(Stay down)
She try to trap me, I use latex (Bitch)
Still ride through my hood
I be ducked behind tints (yeah)
Iceburg got the shit hot like some grit's
(Ice)
Bitch already know how I'm rockin', she hit
(yeah)
So many racks, that shit stacked like a book
(Racks, yeah) straight in her mouth
She suck dick like a nook (Bitch)
I'm runnin' this shit right
Now like I'm Trump (yeah)
Four by four when I pull up in truck
(Pull up)
Lil' nigga ain't gettin' to the money
Just shut up (Lil Gotit, shh)

And bet up (yeah)
Me and your nigga, yeah, we not the same
(Nah) i'm bustin' down bezels (Rollies)
Big body Range, it switch out them lanes
(Skrrt) i'm holdin' it together ('Gether)
Niggas ain't real as
They motherfuckin' claim (Why?)
I just tell them shut up (yeah)
I got two Glocks and them bitches gon' bang
(Frrt) i bust 'em together
They hot as a devil boy, you a flexer
These niggas be actin' like bitches
They broke (Huh?)
They waitin' on a settle
Higher than a plane, I don't need propellers
Rocks in my chain, my diamonds, they yellow
Yeah, we was broke
But you watched it get better
Checks in the mail and it came in a letter
(Hood Baby)

So many motherfuckin' diamonds on
Top of my wrist (yeah, yeah)
Everywhere I go, they wan' take a pic
(Take a pic)
They eat up the drip, so I custom my 'fit
(Eat the drip) still in the field
I'm equipped with them sticks (Hah)
Pussy ass niggas ain't rockin' like this
(Pussy) couple racks get him hit
Really ain't have to pay shit
Had to stay down, I ain't have patience
(Stay down)
She try to trap me, I use latex (Bitch)
Still ride through my hood
I be ducked behind tints (yeah)
Iceburg got the shit hot like some grit's
(Ice)
Bitch already know how I'm rockin', she hit
(yeah)
So many racks, that shit stacked like a book
(Racks, yeah) straight in her mouth
She suck dick like a nook (Bitch)
I'm runnin' this shit right
Now like I'm Trump (yeah)
Four by four when I pull up in truck
(Pull up)

Lil' nigga ain't gettin' to the money
Just shut up (Shh)

Overall Meaning

The song "Shut Up" by Yung Mal feat. Lil Keed & Lil Gotit is a braggadocious track that highlights the luxurious lifestyle and wealth of the artists. The lyrics mention the incessant attention they receive from fans who want to take pictures with them due to their extravagant fashion sense and blinding jewelry. The hook, "Lil' nigga ain't gettin' to the money, just shut up," could be interpreted as a blunt message to anyone who isn't as successful or wealthy as them to keep quiet.

Throughout the song, the artists reference their experience with illegal activities and weapons, implying that they are never unarmed and will use their guns if threatened by "pussy ass niggas" who aren't as "rockin'" as them. There are also mentions of sexual encounters with women, with Lil Keed boasting about his sexual prowess and Lil Gotit bragging about his "gold-diggers" who only want him for his wealth. The verse from Lil Gotit also references his come up from poverty and receiving checks in the mail that came in a letter.

Overall, "Shut Up" appears to be a song that revels in the artists' wealth and success while also warning those who are lower on the social ladder to not speak up. It's a typical gangster rap song that glorifies violence and materialism.

Line by Line Meaning

So many motherfuckin' diamonds on Top of my wrist (yeah, yeah)
I have a lot of diamonds on my wrist

Everywhere I go, they wan' take a pic (Take a pic)
People want to take pictures of me

They eat up the drip, so I custom my 'fit  (Eat the drip) still in the field I'm equipped with them sticks (Hah)
People copy my style, so I customize my clothes. I am still in the dangerous area, so I have weapons with me

Pussy ass niggas ain't rockin' like this (Pussy) couple racks get him hit
Other men don't have as much style as me. If they mess with me and my money, they will be hurt

Really ain't have to pay shit Had to stay down, I ain't have patience (Stay down)
I didn't have to do anything wrong to get my wealth. I had to wait patiently for it

She try to trap me, I use latex (Bitch) Still ride through my hood I be ducked behind tints (yeah)
I protect myself from trapping women, and I still go through my dangerous neighborhood with my windows tinted

Iceburg got the shit hot like some grit's (Ice) Bitch already know how I'm rockin', she hit (yeah)
My jewelry is so attractive, and women already know how rich I am

So many racks, that shit stacked like a book (Racks, yeah) straight in her mouth She suck dick like a nook (Bitch)
I have a lot of money stacked, and a woman is giving me oral sex

I'm runnin' this shit right Now like I'm Trump (yeah)
I am winning at everything I do, just like Trump used to claim

Four by four when I pull up in truck (Pull up) Lil' nigga ain't gettin' to the money Just shut up (Shh)
I pull up in a big truck and anyone who is not making money should be quiet

When I walk in the bank Make them ring the alarm (yeah)
I am so wealthy that even the bank is glad to see me

I got a Rolex on both of my arms (yeah) Zone 6 nigga, the cream of the corn (Zone)
I have luxury watches on both of my arms and am proud to be from Zone 6

223, make it blow like a horn So many cars, need a twelve-car garage
A powerful gun I have can make loud sounds, and I need a large garage for all of my cars

These niggas pussy, they fake and façade (Hah) Beat the trap down, bitch, I need an award
Other men are weak and fake. I am proud of myself for beating the trap and achieving success

Put racks on top of your head, a reward (Racks) bitch, I run shit 'round Here like the warden (Uh, huh)
I give out money as a reward. I am in charge and in control like a prison warden

Ball like Jordan (I ball) Fuck her, she tryna record it (Nasty) Killin' the game like abortion (Killed it)
I am playing ball and having sex. I am dominating the game and winning like an abortion

Ferrari, it came with the horses I get a check like Nike endorsement My wrist like Rikers, it's water (Rikers Island)
My Ferrari came with powerful engines. I make money like a Nike endorsement. My wrist looks wet like it has been in water, like Rikers Island

Just shut up (Keed, talk to 'em, shh) Yeah, if the ho that you fuckin' Ain't gettin' to no money Please tell that ho shut up (Shut up, bitch)
If you are not making money, you should be quiet

No, I don't fuck with none Of the young hoes, these bitches be set-ups (Ugh) shit, I just got a paint job, nigga Just watch where you step (Shh)
I don't mess with young and likely unfaithful women. I got a new paint job and don't want anyone to mess it up

In the Hellcat and it's low-key But fuck that shit, i'm switching out lane And pull up with this buck-buckshot, shit Curb full of brains
I am driving a sporty car, but I can also be dangerous and carry guns

Yeah, boy, I'm in LA, yeah I'm smokin' the best I'm smokin' on dank (Wow, LA) Shots at his brain, we knock off his head Give a fuck what you think (yeah, Slimeball, take a pic)
I am smoking the strongest weed in LA and am willing to hurt people who don't like me. I don't care about anyone's opinions and urge someone to take a picture of me

Just shut up (Lil Gotit, shh) And bet up (yeah) Me and your nigga, yeah, we not the same (Nah) i'm bustin' down bezels (Rollies) Big body Range, it switch out them lanes (Skrrt) i'm holdin' it together ('Gether) Niggas ain't real as They motherfuckin' claim (Why?) I just tell them shut up (yeah) I got two Glocks and them bitches gon' bang (Frrt) i bust 'em together They hot as a devil boy, you a flexer These niggas be actin' like bitches They broke (Huh?) They waitin' on a settle Higher than a plane, I don't need propellers Rocks in my chain, my diamonds, they yellow Yeah, we was broke But you watched it get better Checks in the mail and it came in a letter (Hood Baby)
Everyone should be quiet because I am successful and have guns. Others are not as real as they say they are and are waiting for something to happen. I do not need help. I used to be poor and am now wealthy. I am receiving checks for being a Hood Baby

Lyrics © GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: JAMAL BRAUD, KEDRICK CANNADY, RAQHID JEVON RENDER, SEMAJA RENDER

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