"Stupid! (Remix)" lyrics
Walk down on your block with this Glock and this .40
Yeah, bitch, I'm on my grind as we pullin' up four deep
I was sippin' on act, now I'm sippin' on [?]
I was fuckin' this bitch, she said put it in slowly
I'm not talkin' Left 4 Dead, but give me that brain
And lil' shorty gave me head, she usin' tha [?]
And that nigga fuckin' sped, that boy not in gang
And that pussy heaven sent, I might go insane
If he talkin', my niggas gon' put his bitch ass in the coffin
Walk down on yo' block and my gang gonna off 'em
I got a new Glock and that bitch lookin' awesome
I'm not talkin' Kyrie, but I might have to sauce 'em
Not talkin' Rick Ross, but I might have to boss 'em
That nigga yvngxchris goin' dumb, gotta stop 'em
That boy talkin' crazy on gang, so I shot 'em
Not talkin' 'bout pictures, but gang finna crop 'em
And I just got a motherfuckin' Glock and Impala
I've been rockin', nigga, so that's not a problem
Not talkin' 'bout Lonzo, but I'm a big baller
I'ma beat a fuck nigga, I'm not talkin' [?]
And I'm standin' six high, but my penis is taller
And I just got a dagger, let's get it
She ate on the glizzy, she sucked it and licked it
Why she textin' my phone in the mornin'? She trippin'
If that boy talkin' dumb on the motherfuckin' gang, then he might get a knock at his door in a minute
I'ma flip me a nigga, I'm not talkin' skillet
Then I spin on his block like a goddamn fidget
Why the fuck this bitch ass keep sayin' that he fuckin' robbed me when he know he didn't?
Bro, none of the bitches is tryna fuck you, man, they really just lookin' for that nigga Christian and that's on gang
Yeah, bitch, I'm on my grind as we pullin' up four deep
I was sippin' on act, now I'm sippin' on [?]
I was fuckin' this bitch, she said put it in slowly
I'm not talkin' Left 4 Dead, but give me that brain
And lil' shorty gave me head, she usin' tha [?]
And that nigga fuckin' sped, that boy not in gang
And that pussy heaven sent, I might go insane
If he talkin', my niggas gon' put his bitch ass in the coffin
Walk down on yo' block and my gang gonna off 'em
I got a new Glock and that bitch lookin' awesome
I'm not talkin' Kyrie, but I might have to sauce 'em
Not talkin' Rick Ross, but I might have to boss 'em
That nigga yvngxchris goin' dumb, gotta stop 'em
That boy talkin' crazy on gang, so I shot 'em
Not talkin' 'bout pictures, but gang finna crop 'em
And I just got a motherfuckin' Glock and Impala
I've been rockin', nigga, so that's not a problem
Not talkin' 'bout Lonzo, but I'm a big baller
I'ma beat a fuck nigga, I'm not talkin' [?]
And I'm standin' six high, but my penis is taller
And I just got a dagger, let's get it
She ate on the glizzy, she sucked it and licked it
Why she textin' my phone in the mornin'? She trippin'
If that boy talkin' dumb on the motherfuckin' gang, then he might get a knock at his door in a minute
I'ma flip me a nigga, I'm not talkin' skillet
Then I spin on his block like a goddamn fidget
Why the fuck this bitch ass keep sayin' that he fuckin' robbed me when he know he didn't?
Bro, none of the bitches is tryna fuck you, man, they really just lookin' for that nigga Christian and that's on gang
