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$tupid young – stupid freestyle lyrics

[verse 1: $tupid young]
n0body know you in your section, boy, your name don’t ring a bell
city by the sea where them asians causing h+ll
my n+gga got locked, they want too much for the bail
in order to be a boss, you gotta take a couple l’s
opps think they gass up, so he gon get a sh+ll
shooter this, shooter that, n+gga, we can tell
came from the gutter, nowadays i’m doing well
brodie said he got a drop, can’t say it on the cell
all up in the section with a glizzy on my hip
semi+automatic make a n+gga do a flip
way before corona, n+ggas been in the crib
n+ggas talking out they lip, but they ain’t nevеr k!ll sh+t
heard the opps rappin’, hope thеm n+ggas blow up
when they do a show, i be the first one to show up
you the type to hit the county jail and roll up
two fingers with a thumb n+gga, what i throw up
brough my n+gga on a mission ‘cause he got a nice aim
n+gga, we be shooting like a motherf+ckin’ dice game
you the type of n+gga to get some fame and you might change
all i really wanted was a rollie and a nice chain
knew all the street sh+t, ain’t nothing new to me
they sendin’ threats talkin’ bout what they gon’ do to me
i got .40, dare a n+gga touch my jewelry
how y’all gang bang in gated communities?
lil’ n+gga probably never touch a hundred bands
i know deep down he a motherf+ckin’ fan
you see a ck, but who you k!ll? i don’t understand
air it out, watch them n+ggas do the runnin’ man
and f+ck rap, i’d die for all this real sh+t
ain’t talkin’ school but a n+gga took some field trips
you better watch all them n+ggas who you chill with
go ahead and try to press my b+ttons, n+gga, that’s a k!llswitch
yeah, i heard them did songs, i ain’t feeling them
n+ggas mad i’m in my bag, plus i’m k!lling them
you better start ducking low if you chill with him
i’m throwin’ up crip like i’m tookie williams
every time we in the club, you already know we sticked up
ain’t worried about nothing, ‘cause we got the bl!ck tucked
i told my n+ggas, “eyes open, don’t you slip up”
got his b+tch in my section and she tryna fl!ck up
why these n+ggas always rappin’ what they not about?
that boy disappeared every time we hopped out
n+ggas scared like roaches when we pop out
[?] gang sh+t when i was at my pop’s house
all my uncles from the hood, they showed me the ropes
raised around them asian loccs, you already know them my folks
giving out cancer if you say you want smoke
opp joke, net banging plus them n+ggas really broke
got them mention young when when you talkin’ bout the coast
real n+gga humble, i don’t like to brag or boast
watch the news, if he died, we gon’ have a toast
in my hood, i’m like the pope
‘cause i give my n+ggas hope
seen real n+ggas lose it all smokin’ dope
i lost some n+ggas, felt the pain then i couldn’t cope
throwin’ up the a while i’m slidin’ with the pole
when sh+t hit the fan, tell me, who really gon go?
(huh)

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