STUPID Lyrics YG, Lil Yachty & Babyface Ray
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Oh, damn, [Yachty?] fucked up
This beat hittin’ like Bruce Lee with_the_nunchucks
Before the court_room judge us
Please, [?] wait on_rappers
Fuck, 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 [?] nigga clean now
Yeah, I got bitches
Ugly nigga 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 sex, 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 fuckin’ money (Skee)
I be blowin’ bitches 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 shit 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
Shit 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
Bitch, [?] 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 fucked up
‘Fore I sell myself, I hope for this shit, then I sell drugs
Yeah, pussy nigga ain’t got no love
High ass nigga 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, bitch
You don’t have a budget on my necklace, bitch
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, bitch
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