Stupid Lyrics

This how we coming

Rebound the ho, we be calling her Drummond

We pulling up with 'em sticks and 'em drums

I got my rocket, I feel like Osama

4 4's got the poles like Obama

They been sleeping on the bro like pajamas

Acting stupid, now you stay with a doctor

We petty and willing to pop ya

We loaded up with 'em choppas

They rolling up while I'm weighing the pounds, we be servings them bricks, and they Wanted to see

Monday to Sunday, you know that I'm grinding, I know the pigs always searching for me

And they don't got a house, but they buying a key, and we be on the top when we up on The street

Gang gang, pull up 1 2 3, and I'm hell bound so I stay with the heat

Super fly, they should call me Aladdin

Wish 3 times, calling her Jasmine

I got money and they don't, tragic

I had to get the dough in the backend

Too many people tripping, gotta smack 'em

IRS l ain't paying 'em taxes

All they ever speak is cap

And we found out where he stay, on his phone we be tracking

I got enough for the fam (What)

I got enough for team (I got enough for team)

I got enough for the squad

We be getting different color beams

Gotta knife, I be making 'em scream

Gotta clip, I be making a scene

There's a lot that nobody has seen

It don't matter, 'cause I stay getting green, you know what I need (Yeah yeah)

Told my brother we gonn get 'em back

Slide on 'em in a sprinter van

Choppa turn 'em to a sprinter man

Chasing the dough, call it sprinter bags

We airing it out if he come again

OD on the block, 30 gonna blam

On a opp we be shooting em twice

Dead on the earth, and he killed in the afterlife

Now I'm really down for my brothers

Posted, we kill for another

They gonna suffer, we had it tougher

Versatile, we like Donald Glover

In my bag, I've been ready to run up

Got the remmy, Imma pour my cup up

Step to gang, tell em good luck

Send your best, then you won't send another (You won't send another)

I just looked at all my opps and figured out they stupid

He pulled up with gang in broad day, and got to shooting

Like the cops ain't sitting there, dumb as a brick

Now his dawg saying free lil Mick

Until it's backwards

You can't put me in a backwood (Uh)

I came around with a push to start, Nissan

Upping my chop on yo block like 3 times

I still remember them days where we used to be runners, now we be the ones that would Run up

Banking on me, I'm feeling like Gunna

Choppa you know I'm a gunner

Shawty a freak like Kayley Gunner

At her crib you know I'm gonna

This how we coming

Rebound the ho, we be calling her Drummond

We pulling up with 'em sticks and 'em drums

I got my rocket, I feel like Osama

4 4's got the poles like Obama

They been sleeping on the bro like pajamas

Acting stupid, now you stay with a doctor

We petty and willing to pop ya

We loaded up with 'em choppas

They rolling up while I'm weighing the pounds, we be servings them bricks, and they Wanted to see

Monday to Sunday, you know that I'm grinding, I know the pigs always searching for me

And they don't got a house, but they buying a key, and we be on the top when we up on The street

Gang gang, pull up 1 2 3, and I'm hell bound so I stay with the heat