Stupid Shit

Lyrics

[Intro] (Money done geeked on this motherfucker) [Chorus: Lil Gotit] I need answers for that stupid shit Too many standards for a groupie bitch I waste some syrup on my Prada Kicks Mason Margiela, on my Dallas shit I'm hugging the curb, I'm pushing the pedal, the bait my birds If you know 'bout the murder, can't say what you saw, just come on the turf No nose on the Draco, sawed it off and ate up his nerves If we lose it all, we takin' 'em off, we makin' it worse [Verse 1: Lil Gotit] Walk down with that pole They can wipe they nose I just bought diamonds for the show Toting this stick, they got so many souls Pass her some munyun she fuckin' the bro Get popped like a pimple, yeah, right out the Rolls Drop off on her face, she ordered a load I'm 'bout the business, she know how it go Ain't duckin' no beef, we gotta eat Keep that shit street, we gon' leave him deceased I keep a stash with my bitch on the East They like to see, I'm keeping peace Four by four Jeep, ain't nothin' cheap Fuck the ignition, we don't need a key Wan' change your life? Go take a seat Ralphy gon' give 'em the price for the P's (Yeah) [Chorus: Lil Gotit & Lil Keed] I need answers for that stupid shit Too many standards for a groupie bitch I waste some syrup on my Prada Kicks Mason Margiela, on my Dallas shit I'm hugging the curb, I'm pushing the pedal, the bait my birds If you know 'bout the murder, can't say what you saw, just come on the turf No nose on the Draco, sawed it off and ate up his nerves If we lose it all, we takin' 'em off, we makin' it worse (Slatt) [Verse 2: Lil Keed] Put em' on a shirt (Let's go) And the percocet make her pussy squirt (Perc) Cuttin' up in traffic in a fast thing Tell 'em, "Watch me work" (Keed, talk to 'em) Really you can't even see in Maybach came with curtains (Skrrt) MP for the blicky and I got five seven (Skrrt) She don't want a shrimp (Let's go), she want a big dog I tell her whatever (Big dog), she leap like a frog And Rolls Royce umbrellas hide me from the clouds (Rolls Royce umbrellas) Yeah, hide me from the clout (Clout) These niggas can't get no dap (No sirski) You can get shook down, nigga, with a strap (Yessirski) Me and B-Dime, we slidin' in a Porsche (Skrrt) Two-twenty-five when we put it in sport (B-Dime, come catch us) [Chorus: Lil Gotit] I need answers for that stupid shit Too many standards for a groupie bitch I waste some syrup on my Prada Kicks Mason Margiela, on my Dallas shit I'm hugging the curb, I'm pushing the pedal, the bait my birds If you know 'bout the murder, can't say what you saw, just come on the turf No nose on the Draco, sawed it off and ate up his nerves If we lose it all, we takin' 'em off, we makin' it worse