STUPID

Lyrics

[Intro] (Mustard on the beat, ho) [Verse 1: YG] Oh, damn, y'all done fucked up This beat hittin' like Bruce Lee with the nunchucks Before the court room judge us Please, the wrong way, don't rub us Fuck, yeah, when it's beef, I eat cow You ain't got chicken, but catchin' Zs, sleep how? (Sleep how?) Niggas know what I be 'bout Stop playin', I'll knock a nigga clean out Yeah, I got bitches Ugly nigga, only got 'em 'cause my riches I done made it out the trenches I believe I'm him, I'm religious I couldn't see me without a check (Without a check) Me without a check, I'm a wreck Penitentiary, chances, took him to the neck (To the neck) The money feel better than sex, oh [Chorus: YG] Yeah, let's get to it If crime pays, I'ma do it Remember them days I was slidin' in the Buick Now I'm up, goin' stupid, stupid I just took a model off my checklist, stupid I just put a X on my ex-bitch, stupid I'm the type to take back the necklace, stupid Made it out the block like Tetris [Verse 2: Lil Yachty] Ayy, niggas be the loudest with no fuckin' money (Skee) I be blowin' bitches backs off two packs of— (Wah) How you send your boys to war with no ammunition? Yeah, you pulled up Rolls-Royce, but it's standard edition (Wah) Found out where you hid this shit like a bad magician Dissing us the quickest way to lose existence She wanna roll with the bad boys like Isiah's Pistons My dog ain't popped nary Perc', but his index itchin' (Brr) He was quick with the TEC like a paid-off ref Tint on the matte coupe got me hard on X (Yeah) Free Jeff, we ain't spoke since before he left Shit got hard, they turned left, niggas know it ain't right (Yeah) I'm with Ju, dropped a six in the cranberry Sprite Geekin', I glide through the lane like a well-made kite (Beep) On a mailman line, trying to track my pints Bitch, I go out with a fight, everything on sight [Chorus: YG] Yeah, let's get to it If crime pays, I'ma do it Remember them days I was slidin' in the Buick Now I'm up, goin' stupid, stupid I just took a model off my checklist, stupid I just put a X on my ex-bitch, stupid I'm the type to take by the necklace, stupid Made it out the block like Tetris [Verse 3: Babyface Ray] Man, you niggas got me fucked up 'Fore I sell my soul for this shit, I'll sell drugs Yeah, pussy nigga ain't got no love How is niggas sleep on the mob? Must be poured up Ha, you ain't never had to show up Baby mama callin' child support 'cause I'm goin' dumb Yeah, out in Bompton 'cause I know the thugs Louboutin cross trainers like I bang Blood I just scratched a baddie off my checklist, bitch Blew your album budget on my necklace, bitch Niggas love frontin', "Face is not that rich" Tell that to the thotties when I show 'em my crib Real niggas do real things Real numbers, real fans, ain't a thing change Yeah, top down in the fast lane Hands up, thanking God that the bag came, bitch [Chorus: YG] Yeah, let's get to it If crime pays, I'ma do it Remember them days I was slidin' in the Buick Now I'm up, goin' stupid, stupid I just took a model off my checklist, stupid I just put a X on my ex-bitch, stupid I'm the type to take by the necklace, stupid Made it out the block like Tetris