Stupid Lyrics

Oh, oh, Woah

Damn that lil' bitch stupid, say she want a new kid

That lil' bitch said that I was broke kuz we ain't go to Ruth Chris

Aint tryna shop then move then, we sellin' bags a smooth 10

We blew the brains up out the coupe, we call that hoe a nuisance

Oh, woah, oh, woah

Them niggas always coppin' out, but they won't ever make a sound

She tryna fuck me for a band, I told that hoe, throw your amount

She gas me up, say that I smell good, no that's a black and mild

Go roll that fuckboy inna dutch, come on, I feel me comin' down

I'll never brag on my attempt, but try again, I'll gun him down

You claim you get it off your face, come on, just show a couple pounds

I pass the Glock to Cooch, he sendin' 28 just like a ounce

Damn, G-Lock 23, huh, keep Mike J with me

Huh, man, she like that I'm bilingual, speakin' Guapanese, woah

We got like four blunts in rotation, seeing three of me

Damn, AMG, bitch eat me up, shit bet not hit my fuckin' seat

She keep on naggin' on my phone, bitch, leave me lone, I gotta breathe

This ain't no Gunna Wunna, smokin' GMO, bitch fukumean

No, my youngin' psychin', he keep beggin' for a bean

Them niggas faced you in the street

I swear to God I couldn't breathe

Down on your ass, you doin' bad, come bust a wells

Them niggas bitin' on that cheese, man, your partner gone tell

Ain't dead/in jail, so I got purpose, my niggas tellin' me I'm worth it

Off a perk, I'm spillin', lean up on my shoes, I think it's workin

Wipe behind your ear and smell it, bitch, now say you worth a Birkin

I say this shit in every song, but fuck that bitch no I ain't deserve it

Tj rolled a blunt of wassaname, this shit it got me hurtin

Don't ever say that you got smoke with me, I'm in your bushes lurkin