Janice STFU Lyrics – Drake

Read the complete Janice STFU Lyrics by Drake from the album Iceman along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Drake’s music, you can also explore Ran To Atlanta and Little Birdie, two other songs by Drake.

[Verse 1]
Amiliana, it’s been so long since you texted me
I finally took a break and now I feel like I’m on ecstasy
You said what my word means to me will one day be the death of me
They tried to kill me once, but darling, you just resurrected me

[Chorus]
Beach me baby, call my phone and say you need me, baby
I’m so green, you gotta teach me, baby
From Vancouver, you a VC, baby
Pull up, maybach, beep-beep, baby
And my s*it came with the heat seats, baby

Swear my label gotta free me, baby
Blow on me just like some green tea, baby
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 2]
Ayy, buried alive, somеone come dig me up
If I call up your shorty right now, shе picking up
Yeah, you boys got big off my name, that’s big enough
We know how you OG’s rocking already, my n!gga, the jig is up
They say, “The truth will set you free”
Well, mine is gon’ stream, while you watching HD
They said that karma gon’ take an eternity, yours is dropping the same night as me
Funny thing is that they ain’t gon’ compete
You gon’ get yours while I’m doing me
You gon’ get yours while I’m doing me
(Ayy, Janice, shut the fu*k up)

[Chorus]
Beach me baby, call my phone and say you need me, baby
Thought they had me in a deep sleep, baby
I’m still scorching hot in these streets, baby
Pull up, maybach, beep-beep, baby
And my s*it 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

[Verse 3]
Tired of all y’all telling me n!ggas is real
Pu*sy, 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, popping a pill, go on a drill, looking for someone to kill
White kids listen to you, ’cause they feel some guilt
And that’s how yo’ soul gets refilled
Handing out turkey’s on camera inside of yo’ hood, then you go back to the hills
How many houses you build?
How many souls did you heal off the back of yo’ deal?
Difference between n!ggas getting you out of yo’ whole deal and letting you out of yo’ deal
Damn, against yo’ will
How many new names do you got on your will?
Damn, how many more times is y’all gon’ keep calling it off when it’s sealed?
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 all hundred on paper, like Wilt
Tricking it off, I’m not paying her bill
That’s just how I do the sauce on the spill
These hoes know how I pop it, for real
These hoes know how I pop it, for real, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I made 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
And my (??), she scared of (??)
Like, how long you been running these streets? For real
She just text me like, “Wee, wee, wee, wee”
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 Kyrie, “Get another”
Small price ’cause he kept it one hundred
And I might book a flight out to London
(Ayy, Janice, shut the fu*k up)