STUPID (WITH LIL YACHTY & BABYFACE RAY)

歌詞

(Mustard on the beat, ho) Oh, damn, y'all done fucked up This beat hittin' like Bruce Lee with the nunchucks Before the court room judge us Please, wrong way, don't rub us Fuck, yeah, when it's beef, I eat cow You ain't got chicken, but catchin' Z's, sweet pile (Sweet pile) Niggas know what I be 'bout Stop playin', I'll knock a nigga clean out Yeah, I got bitches Ugly nigga, only got 'em 'cause my riches I done made it out the trenches I believe I'm him, I'm religious I couldn't see me without a check (Without a check) Me without a check, I'm a wreck Penitentiary, chances, took him to the neck (To the neck) The money feel better than sex, oh Yeah, let's get to it If crime pays, I'ma do it Remember them days I was slidin' in the Buick Now I'm up, goin' stupid, stupid I just took a model off my checklist, stupid I just put a X on my ex-bitch, stupid I'm the type to take back the necklace, stupid Made it out the block like Tetris Ayy, niggas be the loudest with no fuckin' money (Skee) I be blowin' bitches backs off two packs of— (Wah) How you sent your boys to war with no ammunition? Yeah, you pulled up Rolls Royce, but it's standard edition (Wah) Found out where you hid this shit like a bad magician This enough to cook his waiter, lose existence You wanna roll with the bad boys like Isiah's Pistons My dog ain't popped any Perc', but his index itchin' (Brr) He was quick with the TEC like a paid-off ref Ten on the mag, coupe got me hard on X (Yeah) Free Jeff, we ain't spoke since before he left Shit got hard, they turned left, niggas know it ain't right (Yeah) I'm with Ju, dropped a six in the cranberry Sprite Geekin', I glide through the lane like a well-made kite (Beep) On a mail man line, trying to track my pints Bitch, I'll go out with a fight, everything on sight Yeah, let's get to it If crime pays, I'ma do it Remember them days I was slidin' in the Buick Now I'm up, goin' stupid, stupid I just took a model off my checklist, stupid I just put a X on my ex-bitch, stupid I'm the type to take by the necklace, stupid Made it out the block like Tetris Man, you niggas got me fucked up 'Fore I sell my soul for this shit, I'll sell drugs Yeah, pussy nigga ain't got no love How is niggas sleep on the mob? Must be poured up Hah, you ain't never had to show up Baby mama callin' child support 'cause I'm goin' dumb Yeah, out in Bompton 'cause I know the thugs Louis Vuitton cross trainers like I bang blood I just scratched a baddie off my checklist, bitch We don't have a budget on my necklace, bitch Niggas love frontin' faces, not that rich Tell that to the thotties when I show them my crib Real niggas do real things Real numbers, real fans, ain't a thing change Yeah, top down in the fast lane Hands up, thanking God that the bag came, bitch Yeah, let's get to it If crime pays, I'ma do it Remember them days I was slidin' in the Buick Now I'm up, goin' stupid, stupid I just took a model off my checklist, stupid I just put a X on my ex-bitch, stupid I'm the type to take by the necklace, stupid Made it out the block like Tetris