Stupid (feat. Stacks Go)
Pop me a perc
That shit got me feeling stupid
Don't know if this gonna work
But fuck it, let's do it
Now that I got all this green
And I'm coming up
They gon try to fuck with me
Bitch get off my phone
I know that you fake
You don't got no love for me No
Promise to god we ain't playing no games
One to the body and one to the face
Boy stop dissing
You feining for fame
I call her a fan cuz she screaming my name
Pull up in the rari then hop in the sport
If he run up then he won't see the morning
Shut the fuck up
Your making me bored
Do the bitch right
She ain't walking normal, no
Yea Hop out of the muhfuckin jet
Money is right (ong it is)
But I got a bad bitch on my left
Smoking on ounces
Drinking the pints
Green tips
What we shoot at night
Plug called me up
Said this shit was nice
He wasn't lying, that shit got me right
What you want we got it
We got pocket rockets
And we got hella targets
I promise we all stepping
No need for a weapon
Cuz we just make shit happen
Yea, Pop me a perc
That shit got me feeling stupid
Don't know if this gonna work
But fuck it, let's do it
Now that I got all this green
And I'm coming up
They gon try to fuck with me
Bitch get off my phone
I know that you fake
You don't got no love for me, no
No love, no love, no love
Ion even want the bitch im on
I just want a hundred thousand dollars
Banded up in dubs
Bitches at the BNB all shaking ass
Don't need no clubs
Water on my neck and in my cup
I don't drink on mud
Swerv, swerv
Watch out for the curb
These Forgiato's stay in the burbs
He a poster boy
Put him on a shirt
Back of the S550
Recliner seats
With a bitch on top of me
Rubbing my hand
Stroking my chain
She said she proud of me
Pop me a perc
That shit got me feeling stupid
Don't know if this gonna work
But fuck it, let's do it
Now that I got all this green
And I'm coming up
They gon try to fuck with me
Bitch get off my phone
I know that you fake
You don't got no love for me no
That shit got me feeling stupid
Don't know if this gonna work
But fuck it, let's do it
Now that I got all this green
And I'm coming up
They gon try to fuck with me
Bitch get off my phone
I know that you fake
You don't got no love for me No
Promise to god we ain't playing no games
One to the body and one to the face
Boy stop dissing
You feining for fame
I call her a fan cuz she screaming my name
Pull up in the rari then hop in the sport
If he run up then he won't see the morning
Shut the fuck up
Your making me bored
Do the bitch right
She ain't walking normal, no
Yea Hop out of the muhfuckin jet
Money is right (ong it is)
But I got a bad bitch on my left
Smoking on ounces
Drinking the pints
Green tips
What we shoot at night
Plug called me up
Said this shit was nice
He wasn't lying, that shit got me right
What you want we got it
We got pocket rockets
And we got hella targets
I promise we all stepping
No need for a weapon
Cuz we just make shit happen
Yea, Pop me a perc
That shit got me feeling stupid
Don't know if this gonna work
But fuck it, let's do it
Now that I got all this green
And I'm coming up
They gon try to fuck with me
Bitch get off my phone
I know that you fake
You don't got no love for me, no
No love, no love, no love
Ion even want the bitch im on
I just want a hundred thousand dollars
Banded up in dubs
Bitches at the BNB all shaking ass
Don't need no clubs
Water on my neck and in my cup
I don't drink on mud
Swerv, swerv
Watch out for the curb
These Forgiato's stay in the burbs
He a poster boy
Put him on a shirt
Back of the S550
Recliner seats
With a bitch on top of me
Rubbing my hand
Stroking my chain
She said she proud of me
Pop me a perc
That shit got me feeling stupid
Don't know if this gonna work
But fuck it, let's do it
Now that I got all this green
And I'm coming up
They gon try to fuck with me
Bitch get off my phone
I know that you fake
You don't got no love for me no
Credits
Writer(s): Brody King
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