STUPID (WITH LIL YACHTY & BABYFACE RAY)

作曲 : Dijon Mcfarlane/Miles Parks Mccollum/Michael Crooms/Keenon Jackson/Warren Mathis/Benjamin Falik/Solomon Anderson/Randy Holmes/Marcellus Rayvon Register/Kameron Ulysses Jackson

(Mustard on the beat, ho)

Oh, damn, y'all done ****ed up

This beat hittin' like Bruce Lee with the nunchucks

Before the court room judge us

Please, wrong way don't rub us

****, 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 about

Stop playin', I’ll knock a nigga clean out

Yeah, I got b*****s

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)

You without a check, I'm a wreck

Penitentiary, chances, tick him to the neck (To the neck)

The money feel better than sex, oh

Yeah, let's get to it

If grump 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 to my ex b***h, stupid

I'm the type to take by the necklace, stupid

Made it of the block like Tetris

Ayy, niggas be the loudest with no ****in' money (Skee)

I be blowin' b*****s backs off two packs of— (Wah)

How you sent your boys to war with no ammunition?

Yeah, you put up Rolls Royce, but it's standard edition (Wah)

Found out what you hit this shit like a bad magician

This enough to cook his waiter, lose existence

You wanna roll with the bad boys like a extra of business

My dog didn't pop every Perc', but he ended up itchin' (Brr)

He was quick with it, tank like a paid-off rap

Ten on the mag, coupe got me hard on X (Yeah)

Free Jeff, when he spoke with his popo, he left

Shit got hard, they turned left, niggas know that ain't right (Yeah)

I'm with juice off the six in the Cranberry Sprite

Geekin', I got to the lane like a [?]

On a mail man launch on to check my pints

B***h, like with the fight, everything on sight

Yeah, let's get to it

If grump 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 to my ex b***h, stupid

I'm the type to take by the necklace, stupid

Made it of the block like Tetris

Man, you niggas got me ****ed up

'Fore I sell myself for this shit I sell drugs

Yeah, p***y nigga ain't got no love

High ass nigga sleep on a mop, must be poured up

Hah, you ain't never had to show up

Baby mama called child support 'cause I'm goin' dumb

Yeah, I done bum 'cause I know the thugs

Louis Vuitton cross chains like I bang blood

I just scratched a baddie off my checklist, b***h

You don't have a budget on my necklace, b***h

Niggas love front faces not that rich

Tell it to the thotties when I show them my crib

Real niggas do real things

Real numbers, real fans, ain’t a thang change

Yeah, top down in the fast lane

Hands up, thank a God that the bag came, b***h

Yeah, let's get to it

If grump 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 to my ex b***h, stupid

I'm the type to take by the necklace, stupid

Made it out the block like Tetris