Shhhh Lyrics by Yeat from “AftërLyfe” is a newly released English song produced by DKanee. The latest song Shhhh lyrics are written by Yeat & DKanee. The song was published on 24th February 2023.
Shhhh Song Details:
| Song: | Shhhh |
| Album: | AftërLyfe |
| Singer(s): | Yeat |
| Produced by: | DKanee |
| Written by: | Yeat & DKanee |
Shhhh Lyrics
D-DKanee
Hol’ up
Bullets make you spread, make you dead, cut yo head (Hol’ up)
Pull up ice is fled in a coupe, watch you sled
Diamonds on my body, watch ’em dance and watch ’em flip (Flip, skrr)
In a Frog-eyed Bentley, pull off on the feds, hol’ up (Skrr)
I was just swervin’ the [?] on the feds (Hol’ up)
Couple of pills and a blick in the whip, pull off on the feds, hol’ up (DKanee)
Cut off yo muhfuckin’ ties, yo head, yo neck, yo muhfuckin’ back (Shh)
Said I’m takin’ a break, but I pull up lil’ bitch, it’s time to attack
(Woo)
We aim for your head, if you gon’ die, you die
Choppa this big, yeah
Chop up your wig, gon’ chop up ya (Shh, shh, shh)
I’m in the Cullinan, pullin’ that bitch off the lot, I’m muhfuckin’ tellin’ ya
Couldn’t decide with the Benz, and if we not friends, I never could tell ya (What? What? What? What? What?)
I was just swervin’ the lanes in the muhfuckin’ Benz, I never could tell ya (Shh, D-DKanee)
I ain’t even fuck with nobody, I count up my money, I never could feel you (Yeah)
Yeah, I ran up my money to twenty M’s, bitch, I’m nowhere near you (Uh)
Yeah, I took this shit to outer space bitch, yeah, I’m nowhere near you (Hold on, hold on)
Yeah, I’m popping the X again, really I’m off of this hoe til’ I feel again (Yeah)
For a little, a clause of money, we can bring you in (Ahh)
Twenty fifty fifty fuckin’ seven, yeah security like the president (Fuck a seven)
Everything on us designer, the watch, the frames everything is elegant (Yo)
I really hate everybody, lil’ bitch, I’m evil call me fuckin’ resident (D-Dkanee)
Yeah, I mix the syrup with soda, yeah and I had to mix it lil’ bitch (Luh syrup)
This shit like Hocus Pocus, tryna get you money, bitch you turn to a fan (Yeah)
Pull off on the van, pull up with the Macs, I’m rocking a Birkin bitch it’s no Hermes
Yeah, do what I said, it still don’t make sense
I pop a hunnid perkies, bitch when I land
Pull up to Japan, they copy my trend
I’m fuckin’ my money, I flew it to France
Hol’ up hol’ up, I told ’em do that shit again
(Yeah)
Pull up ice is fled in a coupe, watch you sled
Diamonds on my body, watch ’em dance and watch ’em flip (Flip, skrr)
In a Frog-eyed Bentley, pull off on the feds, hol’ up (Skrr)
I was just swervin’ the [?] on the feds (Hol’ up)
Couple of pills and a blick in the whip, pull off on the feds, hol’ up (DKanee)
Cut off yo muhfuckin’ ties, yo head, yo neck, yo muhfuckin’ back (Shh)
Said I’m takin’ a break, but I pull up lil’ bitch, it’s time to attack
(Woo)
We aim for your head, if you gon’ die, you die
Choppa this big, yeah
Chop up your wig, gon’ chop up ya (Shh)
I’m in the Cullinan, pullin’ that bitch off the lot, I’m muhfuckin’ tellin’ ya
Couldn’t decide with the Benz, and if we not friends, I never could tell ya (What? What? What? What? What?)
I was just swervin’ the lanes in the muhfuckin’ Benz, I never could tell ya (Shh, D-DKanee)
I ain’t even fuck with nobody, I count up my money, I never could feel you (Yeah)
Yeah, I ran up my money to twenty M’s, bitch, I’m nowhere near you (Uh)
Yeah, I took this shit to outer space bitch, yeah, I’m nowhere near you (Hold on, hold on)
Yeah, I’m popping the X again, really I’m off this hoe til I feel again (Yeah)
For a little, a clause of money, we can bring you in (Ahh)
Twenty fifty fifty fuckin’ seven, yeah security like the president (Fuck a seven)
Everything on us designer, the watch, the frames everything is elegant (Yo)
I really hate everybody, lil’ bitch, I’m evil call me fuckin’ resident (D-DKanee)
Yeah, I mix the syrup with soda, yeah and I had to mix it lil’ bitch (Luh syrup)
This shit like Hocus Pocus, tryna get you money, bitch you turn to a fan (Yeah)
Pull off on the van, pull up with the Macs, I’m rocking a Birkin bitch it’s no Hermes
Yeah, do what I said, it still don’t make sense
I pop a hunnid perkies, bitch when I land
Pull up to Japan, they copy my trend
I’m fuckin’ my money, I flew it to France
Hol’ up hol’ up, I told ’em do that shit again
D-DKanee