yg, lil yachty & babyface ray - stupid lyrics
[intro]
(mustard on the beat, ho)
[verse 1: yg]
before the court room judge us
please, wrong way, don’t rub us
f+ck, yeah, when it’s beef, i eat cow
you ain’t got chicken, but catchin’ z’s, sweet pile (sweet pile)
n+ggas know what i be ’bout
stop playin’, i’ll knock a n+gga clean out
yeah, i got b+tches
ugly n+gga, 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 s+x, 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+b+tch, stupid
i’m the type to take back the necklace, stupid
made it out the block like tetris
[verse 2: lil yachty]
ayy, n+ggas be the loudest with no f+ckin’ money (skee)
i be blowin’ b+tches backs off two packs of— (wah)
how you sent 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 sh+t like a bad magician
this enough to cook his waiter, lose existence
he was quick with the tec like a paid+off ref
ten on the mag, coupe got me hard on x (yeah)
sh+t got hard, they turned left, n+ggas 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 mail man line, trying to track my pints
b+tch, i’ll 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+b+tch, stupid
i’m the type to take by the necklace, stupid
made it out the block like tetris
[verse 3: babyface ray]
man, you n+ggas got me f+cked up
‘fore i sell my soul for this sh+t, i’ll sell drugs
yeah, p+ssy n+gga ain’t got no love
how is n+ggas sleep on the mob? must be poured up
hah, 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
louis vuitton cross trainers like i bang blood
i just scratched a baddie off my checklist, b+tch
we don’t have a budget on my necklace, b+tch
n+ggas love frontin’ faces, not that rich
tell that to the thotties when i show them my crib
real n+ggas 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, b+tch
[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+b+tch, stupid
i’m the type to take by the necklace, stupid
made it out the block like tetris
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