Stupid Lyrics by YG
(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 about
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)
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-bitch, 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 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 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 [?] of business
My dog didn’t pop every Perc’, but he ended up itchin’ (Brr)
He was quick with it, [?] like a paid-off rap
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 that ain’t right (Yeah)
I’m with [?] 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
Bitch, [?] 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-bitch, stupid
I’m the type to take by the necklace, stupid
Made it of the block like Tetris
Man, you niggas got me fucked up
‘Fore I sell myself for this shit I sell drugs
Yeah, pussy 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, bitch
You don’t have a budget on my necklace, bitch
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, thanking God that the bag came, bitch
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-bitch, stupid
I’m the type to take by the necklace, stupid
Made it out the block like Tetris