Janice STFU Lyrics

Emiliana, it's been so long since you texted me I finally took a break and now I feel like I'm on ecstasy You say what my work means to me will one day be the death of me They tried to kill me once, but, darling, you just resurrected me Reach me, baby Call my phone and say you need me, baby I'm so green, you gotta teach me, baby From Vancouver, you a BC baby Pull up Maybach, beep-beep, baby And my shit came with the heat seats, baby Swear my label gotta free me, baby Blow on me just like some green tea, baby Ayy, ayy Ayy, buried alive, somеone come dig me up If I call up your shawty right now, shе pickin' up, yeah You boys got big off my name, that's big enough We know how you OGs rockin' already, my nigga, the jig is up They say the truth will set you free, well, mine is gon' stream while you watch in HD They say that karma could take an eternity, yours is droppin' the same night as me Funny thing is that they ain't gon' compete, you gon' get yours while I'm doin' me You gon' get yours while I'm doin' me (Ayy, Janice, shut the fuck up) Reach me, baby Call my phone and say you need me, baby Thought they had me in a deep sleep, baby I'm still scorchin' hot in these streets, baby Pull up Maybach, beep-beep, baby And my shit came with the heat seats, baby See-through shirt, I get a sneak peek, baby Blow on me just like some green tea, baby Ayy, ayy Tired of all of y'all tellin' me niggas is real, pussy, I know when it's real You only come home to pose and pop off a look, but you forgot how it feel Chi-town, poppin' a pill, go on a drill, lookin' for someone to kill White kids listen to you 'cause they feel some guilt and that's how your soul gets fulfilled Handin' out turkeys on camera inside of your hood, then you go back to the hills How many houses you build? How many souls did you heal off the back of your deal? Difference between niggas gettin' you out of your deal and lettin' you out of your deal, damn Against your will, how many new names do you got on your will? Damn How many more times is y'all gon' keep callin' it soft when it's silk? Damn How many more interviews y'all gonna do just to get Ice to chill? Damn They tryna cover it up like a quilt 'Rari go skrrt on a boy like a kilt Kept it a hundred on paper like Wilt Trickin' it off on her, payin' her bill That's just how I do the sauce and the spill These hoes know how I pop it for real These hoes know how I pop it for real, yeah Yeah, yeah I made way too much in a week Must be two hundred and fifty at least Like the money just grew off a tree Like the money just came in for free, for real, yeah MRI machine scannin' my knee Like how long you been runnin' the streets? For real, yeah She just text me, like, "Oui, oui, oui, oui" We in Paris like two hundred deep, for real And I went bought a whip for my brother Same body, but two different colors And I might just tell Ky get another Small price 'cause he kept it one hundred And I might book a flight out to London (Ayy, Janice, shut the fuck up)