Stoopid

Lyrics

[Intro: HittaJ3] (Damn, James) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Dolla \$ign, Dolla \$ign, Dolla \$ign, Dolla \$ign) [Verse 1: Hitta J3] Whoopin', soft white like cool whip Shoot shit Meet the whoops, welcome to the movement Ayy, I done brung the roster to the ruprint Shut your mouth, can't do loose lips Tryna keep up, they still losing Down rosecrans, Hitta cruising My lifestyle deeper than music OTR with me going stupid Ayy, OTR with me going stupid [Verse 2: Lefty Gunplay] I catch a fade with the homie going round for round And if my homie knock me out then I'ma gun him down Cous' said they seen a ese dumping rounds Man what you know about MCJ, sittin for count What you know about that 6 o'clock count time? Call me fucking Lefty Gunplay and I'm 'bout mine I'm 'bout it, 'bout it and I feel like C Murda On the gang, on my mama, they caught me with that burner (Ayy) [Verse 3] My flag on the right, like Lefty, I'm 'bout gunplay My killеrs trippin' from Sunday to Sunday Bitch, we from the Westsidе, all we really know is true I had to jump off the porch and lace my boots Bitch, we drive foreigns and we ride old-schools I plead the Fifth, fuck the judge, I ain't tellin' clues It's a gangster party, black and brown, we united Fuck the police, we run away and get excited (Ayy) [Verse 4] They thought we was in the cell together when we get indicted This New Era, but this P gon' stand for pirates It's only choppers with a drum comin' out my closet I drip cherry, blue faces stuffed in my pockets This four-five lettin' off, somethin' like a rocket Gon' end up a body, they gon' cry about it Thirty shots, ayy, keep sticks like it was hockey They asked who did it? Shit, I don't know about it This shit slap, heard he got your bitch head bobbin' These done left blood on my kicks like red bottoms [Verse 5: Bozo] Gave my life before I give my soul I make love to the block, I can't fuck you hoes Blow racks, fuck bands, understand I'm on It's that P-I-C-O N-U-E-V-O I parole from the back and I call my dogs Get right, Glock 9 so I feel at home Same night it's on sight, I'ma let that blow I take flight like the fresh pair of Nikes I own Bitch, I'm steppin', ho, it's Southside reppin' Don't be that lame on the 'Gram who just lost his necklace [Outro: Matt Gutman] Tonight, new security camera footage capturing this female LA County sheriff's deputy shot through the jaw, but tending to her partner, himself shot in the forehead, protecting her by placing him behind that pillar, and radioing for help (Damn, James) (Dolla \$ign, Dolla \$ign, Dolla \$ign, Dolla \$ign)