In The Stu Lyrics

High as hell in the stu and we smokin on dope

Your bitch in my stu and she givin me throat

Okay lil shawty she dance on the pole

By the way that she dancin we know she a pro

I gave it to shawty but she screaming more more more

Bitch im like oh

Okay, that bitch she a pro

Okay we see that you on go mode

Go, oh

Don't fuck by the one, fuck these hoes by the two

For real livin like that I can't lie to you

She wanna stay but she know how we do

So imma just hop in the car and go vroom

Smokin that gas you know how we move

Only exotics in my panic room

It calms me down but goes opposite too

Smokin octane you can tell by the fumes

Run up on me you get put in a hurst

You won't catch me lacking ill shoot at you first

My shawty got put him in mud, ugh then they gon bury in dirt

We just be swervin that lamb truck, drunk, but nobody hurt

Shawty told me that she can't fuck, she on her reds, ok then suck

You dumb as hell, you cannot blam us, you try you get put in the truck

You dumb as hell, you cannot scam us, you try then we takin your stuff

They done told me im a handful, I know, so you outta luck

I know that you is not bout shit, im pulling up, callin your bluff

Im high as hell up in the stu shawty givin me top shawty suck till im done

When I hit her up on the phone, she know what im on

She come right through singing this song

I could drop anybody in a minute cuz I did all this shit on my own

Im in the stu, I stay in the stu, damn, I swear this place is my home

High as hell in the stu and we smokin on dope

Your bitch in my stu and she givin me throat

Okay lil shawty she dance on the pole

By the way that she dancin we know she a pro

I gave it to shawty but she screaming more more more

Bitch im like oh

Okay, that bitch she a pro

Okay we see that you on go mode

Go, oh

Don't fuck by the one, fuck these hoes by the two

For real livin like that I can't lie to you

She wanna stay but she know how we do

So imma just hop in the car and go vroom

Smokin that gas you know how we move

Only exotics in my panic room

It calms me down but goes opposite too

Smokin octane you can tell by the fumes

Ball out, Kyrie Irving

Yeah, im gonna catch a basket

If he try to pull up on me

Homie gonna catch a casket

Off the top, I do this shit a lot

Yeah, I don't need to pratice

Police pulled up to the crib

They ain't find shit, it was in the mattress

19X Gen 5, yeah lil boy, you don't wanna catch this

Don't get to close, you get fanned, im gon blast it

Cops pull up on me, shit, I don't even know what happened

I was in the stu recording songs, I don't got a need no more for trappin

High as hell in the stu and we smokin on dope

Your bitch in my stu and she givin me throat

Okay lil shawty she dance on the pole

By the way that she dancin we know she a pro

I gave it to shawty but she screaming more more more

Bitch im like oh

Okay, that bitch she a pro

Okay we see that you on go mode

Go, oh

Don't fuck by the one, fuck these hoes by the two

For real livin like that I can't lie to you

She wanna stay but she know how we do

So imma just hop in the car and go vroom

Smokin that gas you know how we move

Only exotics in my panic room

It calms me down but goes opposite too

Smokin octane you can tell by the fumes