Happy Hour - 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 fuck 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 fuck 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!

Written by:
Angel Casillas, Donyea Jenkins, Issac Carri, Kevin Holland, Stephen Pierce

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