Go Stupid
Uh uh uh uh
Uh uh uh uh uh uh
I just met this bitch from Pac Sun
I get all my drugs out of Pakistan
I just nailed this bitch with a French accent
I rock the Dior but I ain't Christian
And I'm not the only one
Rap gods turn frauds when they know what you on
Now she call my phone like baby what do you want
Sometimes we going stupid just to have some fun
Bitch I'm lit
Uh, uh, uh
Bitch I'm lit
Uh, uh, uh
Bitch I'm lit
Uh, uh, uh
Bitch I'm lit
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Pussy
Got that gas, got that cookie (Cookie)
I got that fire, got that good shit (Good shit)
Heard his shit garbo, his shit dookie (His shit dookie)
I heard he trash, he a rookie (He a rookie)
I'm in my bag, I'm in my Gucci (In my Gucci)
I'm on a roll, not no tootsie (Not no tootsie)
She wanna smash, I peep the coochie (Peeped up)
Heard she a five, please don't touch me (Nah)
I need that bread, I need that blue cheese (Need that blue cheese)
Otherwise there ain't no lookin' (There ain't no lookin')
Otherwise there ain't no bookin' (Ain't no bookin')
They slimed him out cause he a pussy, yeah
Jesus Christ
I just met this bitch from Pac Sun
I get all my drugs out of Pakistan
I just nailed this bitch with a French accent
I rock the Dior but I ain't Christian
And I'm not the only one
Rap gods turn frauds when they know what you on
Now she call my phone like baby what do you want
Sometimes we going stupid just to have some fun
Bitch I'm lit
Uh uh uh uh uh uh
I just met this bitch from Pac Sun
I get all my drugs out of Pakistan
I just nailed this bitch with a French accent
I rock the Dior but I ain't Christian
And I'm not the only one
Rap gods turn frauds when they know what you on
Now she call my phone like baby what do you want
Sometimes we going stupid just to have some fun
Bitch I'm lit
Uh, uh, uh
Bitch I'm lit
Uh, uh, uh
Bitch I'm lit
Uh, uh, uh
Bitch I'm lit
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Pussy
Got that gas, got that cookie (Cookie)
I got that fire, got that good shit (Good shit)
Heard his shit garbo, his shit dookie (His shit dookie)
I heard he trash, he a rookie (He a rookie)
I'm in my bag, I'm in my Gucci (In my Gucci)
I'm on a roll, not no tootsie (Not no tootsie)
She wanna smash, I peep the coochie (Peeped up)
Heard she a five, please don't touch me (Nah)
I need that bread, I need that blue cheese (Need that blue cheese)
Otherwise there ain't no lookin' (There ain't no lookin')
Otherwise there ain't no bookin' (Ain't no bookin')
They slimed him out cause he a pussy, yeah
Jesus Christ
I just met this bitch from Pac Sun
I get all my drugs out of Pakistan
I just nailed this bitch with a French accent
I rock the Dior but I ain't Christian
And I'm not the only one
Rap gods turn frauds when they know what you on
Now she call my phone like baby what do you want
Sometimes we going stupid just to have some fun
Bitch I'm lit
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Writer(s): Kolton Tyler
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