lelo (usa) - stuck up lyrics
[verse]
shut up, n+gga, and let me think
you can call me da vinci or van gogh
i don’t know, n+gga, just know i paint
bro pourin’ in some sort of faygo
i don’t know, n+gga, just know it’s drank
big bro blowin’ on some sort of straino
i don’t know, n+gga, just know it stank
i’m a stuck up n+gga
don’t ask me why i can’t link, just know i can’t
you a suck up n+gga
you ain’t even got to ask no question to know i ain’t
i know a klepto n+gga on the west that be sn+tching up sh+t and f+cking up links
i know a klepto n+gga that ain’t ever earned him no check, but will f+ck up a bank
you a punk ass, ho ass, square ass
i don’t know, n+gga, just know you lame
joke ass n+gga be hating all over the ‘net
i don’t know your name
ho ass n+gga down bad, now he upset
i don’t know your pain
ho ass n+gga got messed up started throwing up sets
i don’t know your gang
tell me how in the f+ck can you claim we peers?
i can’t even take your serious
tell me how bro interrupted what these n+ggas been saying
the bl!cky just sent out periods
it’s probably a four in the cup that’s in brodie’nem hand
lil’ shorty, don’t get too curious
i know a dough boy n+gga that stay in the trap
so the inside look luxurious
pardon me, boy
if i call you a b+tch, just know i ain’t talkin’ about gender
i’m more so saying you faking it, boy
you sweet, more like splenda
this iron on me is a shredder
just like that n+gga who beat up splinter
this iron on bro is a scar
just like that n+gga who set up simba
i ain’t gonna’ lie, if you think i’m up
just wait ’til the payday hit
i ain’t gonna’ lie or make sh+t up
we don’t even play they sh+t
i’m on the web right now tryna’ play with my time
i’m shoppin’ for la trips
i’m on the web right now tryna’ play with my, uh
i’m shoppin’ for la fits
i hop out the bed and hop on the mic
i’m sh+ttin’ right off of the wake up
i hop out the bed, i’m goin’ to work
i’m sippin’ right off of the cake up
sh+ttin’ on n+ggas is getting too easy
it’s making it harder to stay up
sh+ttin’ on n+ggas got way too easy
it’s hard to f+ck my day up
you could be six foot, n+gga
bet you’re still gonna’ fall up short
lame ass n+gga couldn’t ball on me if i threw him the rock on the court
all you n+ggas some broads to me
what the f+ck would i pop out for?
keeping the heat like law to me
so i’m bringing the glock out more
first rap check, got a brand new strap
’cause i can’t go out ironic
if boy pull up tryna’ order me out
we bringing it out just like sonic
if boy pull up then the, uh, gon’ sing
i ain’t talking about no silk sonic
these online n+ggas ain’t getting no cheese
i ain’t worried about no lil’ comment
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