Stupid (feat. Glockboyz Teejaee) - BabyTron

Stupid (feat. Glockboyz Teejaee)

BabyTron

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Lyric

(Fuck the fire, we got grease)

Boy

You don't wanna get me started, I can go for days

She gave me neck and it was fire, I did the David Blaine

Man, I don't know what y'all on, I'm just tryin' to get paid

(It's BlueStrip, baby)

I made a hundred with the plug, he ain't even know my name

Nigga, I'm stupid, I'm always finna do what I'm gon' do

Man, niggas stupid, my bitch bad, she wouldn't say a word to you

I be in the mall just like the hood and I ain't never heard of you

Nigga, I'm stupid, you really stupid if you think I'm talkin' to you

Fuck some Tris, I'm finna take some Wock' and turn my Sprite dirty

I might pop two tens, but I don't really like thirties

With the GlockBoyz, we got some Glocks, boy, you ain't fight worthy

Clear water out of Hutch, why the fuck your ice blurry?

Goose coat, Mike Amiri jeans off the Diors

Chopstick with the broomstick like I sweep floors

Why the fuck you only tough on the keyboard?

I-75 road running, hitting detours

Man, burn a block down, hit the airport, then the mall after that

Man, I just touched down in my state

I call your bitch like, "Where you at?"

I'm in the airport tucking money, I got fifty of them racks

Unless I'm booking her a ticket, she'll never know where I'm at

Two hundred hundreds, a hundred fifties, I got so many dubs

Man, don't let a nigga make me mad

I promise I'll go and stretch somethin'

Man, hit a nigga with that K like I was texting him or somethin'

Niggas think I'm rich right now, boy, just wait 'til the summer

Boy

Two rose gold chains on and they both froze

Baby missile hit his ass and send him through the ozone

Me and gang touching down, throw us in the Pro Bowl

Get the top and them I'm quick to send the ho home

Out of town, skrrtin' in some foreign shit you can't afford

Teamwork makes the dream work, you need to pass it more

Unky scored on a pint, had to go and grab a four

Caught an opp by his dolo, told bro to pass the torch

You don't wanna get me started, I can go for days

She gave me neck and it was fire, I did the David Blaine

Man, I don't know what y'all on, I'm just tryin' to get paid

I made a hundred with the plug, he ain't even know my name

Nigga, I'm stupid, I'm always finna do what I'm gon' do

Man, niggas stupid, my bitch bad, she wouldn't say a word to you

I be in the mall just like the hood and I ain't never heard of you

Nigga, I'm stupid, you really stupid if you think I'm talkin' to you

I'm in the foreign ridin' with BabyTron, we drivin' so fast

I told him let me drive and I let him hold the strap

It's new opp pack in the air, I ain't gon' lie, this shit crack

Man, I make the city hot, go out of town and rent a 'Lac

Niggas know what's goin' on with me, they knowin' I hate fat niggas

Man, I get money in my sleep now, I really turned into that nigga

My old hoes be hating that I'm rapping, they say I act different

Man, ask around what I be doing in the city, I'm Mister Fap Niggas

Shit, fuck, damn, you can't keep up with the Trackhawk

I might leave a hole in the street when I stab off

RTA, Ksubi, see the tags when they sag, dawg

Three five of some Tiramisu, this a damn log

2015, scam page was getting sales on

Get your mans out of jail, brodie got his bail on

Dog finished, put him in the coffin, put the nails on

Chillin' in my Cali king like, "When the fuck the mail drop?"

You hate me and I hate you, I cannot wait until we see each other

Nigga, I'm stupid, wait 'til I drop this cupid, man

I'll probably leave the lot and crash the 'Vette because I'm foolish

Hoes be giving me they numbers, shit, I be asking to see they boobies

Them bitches hit the lights on me, I kept driving, nigga, I'm stupid

New gen Glockiana and this bitch got a fully switch

All zaza, I ain't buying no more Cookie zips

Cuz in the spot with some dog that'll bully pits (Phew, hey)

Sliding down, balaclava on, they won't find out who did this

Try and score over here? Boy, that's gon' be a pick-six

Doggy telling stories in the booth, huh, Slick Rick

- It's already the end -