STUPID Lyrics YG, Lil Yachty & Babyface Ray
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Oh, damn, [Yachty?] *** up
This beat hittin’ like Bruce Lee with_the_nunchucks
Before the court_room judge us
Please, [?] wait on_rappers
***, yeah, when it’s beef, I beat cow
You ain’t got chicken, but catchin’ Z’s, sweet pile (Sweet pile)
Niggas know what I be about
Stop playin’, a [?] *** clean now
Yeah, I got ***
Ugly *** only got ’em ’cause my rich ass
I did made it out the trenches
I believe I’m him, I’m religious
I couldn’t see me without a check (Without a check)
You without a check, I’m a Rick
Penitentiary, chances, tick him to the neck (To the neck)
The money feel better than ***, oh
Yeah, let’s get to it
If grump 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 to my X, big stupid
I’m the type to take by the necklace, stupid
Made it of the block like trenches
Ayy, niggas be the loudest when no ***’ money (Skee)
I be blowin’ *** backs off two packs of- (Wah)
How you sent your boys to war with no ammunition?
Yeah, you put the Rolls Royce, but it’s standard edition (Wah)
[?] when you hit this *** like a bad magician
[?] cooked his waiter, lose his existence
You on a roll with the bad boys like a [?] of business
My dog didn’t pop every Perc’, but he ended up itchin’ (Brr)
He was quick with it, [?] like he paid off rap
Ten on the mag, coupe got me hard on X (Yeah)
Free Jeff, when he spoke with his popo, he left
*** got hard, they turned left, niggas know that ain’t right (Yeah)
I’m with [?] off the six in the [?] Sprite
Geekin’, I got to the lane like a [?]
[?] mail man launch on to check my pints
***, [?] with the fight, everything on sight
Yeah, let’s get to it
If grump 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 to my X, big stupid
I’m the type to take by the necklace, stupid
Made it of the block like trenches
Man, you niggas got me *** up
‘Fore I sell myself, I hope for this ***, then I sell drugs
Yeah, *** *** ain’t got no love
*** ass *** sleep on doormat, must be poured up
Hah, you ain’t never had to show up
Baby mama called child support ’cause I’m goin’ dumb
Yeah, [?] bum ’cause another thugs
Louboutin cross chains like I bathe in blood
I just scratched a baddie off my checklist, ***
You don’t have a budget on my necklace, ***
Niggas love front faces not that rich
Tell it to the thotties when I show my crib
Real niggas do real things
Real numbers, real fins and [?]
Yeah, top down in the fast lane
Hands up, thank a God that the bag came, ***
Yeah, let’s get to it
If grump 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 to my X, big stupid
I’m the type to take by the necklace, stupid
Made it out the block like trenches