Stupid

Lyrics

[Intro: Dru Down, (guy)] We don't give a fuck (Damn nigga, slow down nigga, 5-O) Nigga I'm jolly nigga I don't give a fuck about 5-O, what's the matter nigga, you got D on you or sum nigga (Damn nigga) You ride dirty in my motherfuckin car nigga, I just got out of [?] nigga For a nigga tryna ride with me, taking another nigga case nigga (Damn nigga what) Bounce nigga, bounce nigga See ya nigga (Damn what's up nigga damn) See ya and I wouldn't wanna be ya [Chorus] *Scratched sample* [Verse 1: Numskull] Before you buckle up you better empty out your pockets when I'm driving It's bad enough that I don't got no license And if we dirty then we fucked Look just cause your shit gone that don't mean imma get my shit took If that ain't cool then I'm saying bye-bye Sideways with my gear kicked in drive Cause I would rather do shit for self Chauffeuring the next man is definitely bad for a nigga self Don't let nobody in my shit with no yay Cause that's the type of rigg up that I see every day And niggas doin' the same ol' shit, spendin hella loot on the same ol' bitch And fucking with these hoes ain't get better either I be that nigga with scratch without trash either Swinging on my nuts for some bomb, riding my shit, spitting yay in her palm Woah, that's the type of shit that I avoid Like a grinding bitch with a badass little boy I guess I'm hella superstitious [?] til I change Fuck all these bustas and these bitches I trust only myself, keep my business to myself where I stay Make sure the yay is far away I learned that back in the day on Jackson Where niggas got popped every day when the task hit That's why I can't fuck with it If it failed then I never had luck with it I'm still mackin [Chorus] *Scratched sample* (Would you let me ride...) [Verse 2: Yukmouth] Don't push me because I'm close to the edge I'm tryna not to lose my head in Oakland Niggas don't wear red and blue rags But you gotta watch out for your crew that cause if you brag you get had Niggas always popin that shit yo do stay up when I stay up Niggas try to shoot me like LA up Oops our Lord didn't make me bulletproof so I'm dodging ditch These fools tryna rob me for my shit They come in herds like some cattle I gotta fight my battle or I'll be living underground with the fraggles And I ain't with no death certificate so should slap a clip in the TEC Pull the trigger and watch it spit Then I'll be up Schitt's Creek, executed on a wooden chair If I do it, that's why I wouldn't dare Police ain't shit but just one day they need to protect me They sweat me, just dyin to arrest me So I have no choice, I scream for help, no one car hear my voice I'm running through [?] about to get killed If I get killed no one would know about it So I'm going on like Machine Gun Kelly when them fools tell me To break myself to [?] them niggas they want my jewels and my loot My finger's on the trigger in case I have to shoot One nigga spotted me, then shot black I was paranoid as hell but I said fuck that and shot back As he went down he grabbed his throat His partner [?] nigga like me got ghost I tossed the gun as I hopped up and somebody grabbed my shoe Now what the fuck I'm oughta do Huh we was dirty Like that... [Chorus] *Scratched sample*