Stupid

Bitch so bad, I'm tryna fuck but her man's keep gettin' me caught
I'mma get that bag bitch, Yeah, whether you like it or not
I'mma expose that two door rental, that you keep driving around
I change my mind cause I know the truth always gon' come out
Bitch stop talking and run that bag not your damn mouth
Bitch stop talking and run that bag not your damn mouth
Bitch stop talking and run that bag not your damn mouth
I paid a quarter-mill for this Lamb coupe, yeah, with the brains out

I want stupid ass shit up in my crib just cause I can
Got a fine ass Blasian on the plane straight from Japan
All the stupid motherfuckers always told me that I can't
And my brotha's slidin' with me every mission like a lab
And I'm smoking off the za so good don't take it out my hand
Talking crazy bout' the click I'll get my brotha throw a slam
I wanna talk but I can't talk if every time it make you sad
Yeah I miss when we had every single convo in our hand

Now I'm ballin' hella crazy got a bitch from left to right
Hold my bag, board the jet, I'm boutta take a flight
Momma hella proud and I know she call me every night
Talking bout' the shit we went through now it's all outta sight, yeah

I want stupid ass shit up in my crib just cause I can
Got a fine ass Blasian on the plane straight from Japan
All the stupid motherfuckers always told me that I can't
And my brotha's slidin' with me every mission like a lab
And I'm smoking off the za so good don't take it out my hand
Talking crazy bout' the click I'll get my brotha throw a slam
I wanna talk but I can't talk if every time it make you sad
Yeah I miss when we had every single convo in our hand



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