Stupid fat/Mike jacck Lyrics

Think bout money in my sleep, I'm tryna dream bout what my future like

Been fuckin' with them broke boys, come and fuck with Mr. Do You Right

Ain't tryna say I'm gangsta, but I'm the same nigga that blew his pipe

He thought that shit was sweet, we swissed the whip, tried to spin through the night

I know y'all the ones that put my brother in the casket

Now the score like eight to one, please tell me what happened

Know someone who tote for show, bet he won't even blast it

Put two shells up in his back, he jump like the energizin' rabbit

Lil' Wop just touched a 100 ball and still clutchin' his ratchet

Tennis chain, Jesus hands, diamonds fightin', boxin' matches

I get fly like Peter Pan, throw on shit I ain't imagine

Now I'm finna buy a Beamer, cuttin' up all through the traffic

Old hoe told me she ain't need me, I was hurt to be a stack

But she said I signed a deal, then on her soul, she comin' back

But I told her that, that's cool, now I'm turnt, stay where you at

My new girl pussy like a pool, and her ass is stupid fat

I ain't talkin' bout Mike Jacck, but I got billies in my jeans

Lil' yae tryna catch a flltt, you don't even know what that mean

This ballin' shit been gettin' old, I feel like Abdul Kareem

Got in that room and then you told up on your boys, ain't what it seem

My pockets look like what y'all sippin' on, I'm talkin' bout that green

Dawg shit is just what I'm sittin' on, she talkin' bout, boy, you stink

Stay in the crib and count this money up, I don't got time to link

It's too late to ride the wave, you either been on or you sink

Bout to start goin' up so fast, gon' do this shit before you blink

My unc been locked up since fifteen, this shit get deeper than it think

My girl love it when I'm fuckin' her and praise of that's her kink

Gon' end up givin' her a fifty, tell her buy some clothes and minks

Blowin' up, right before your eyes, nickname me 9-11

I done watched a nigga die, two years after I turned seven

So that means that I was nine, but maj told me keep a ten

Start sippin' drink at age eleven, I won't do that shit again

Uh, go hit up yung freshco if you tryna cop a bin

I talk to God like every night, cause every day I know I sin

Was too busy takin' L's, now every day it's a new win

YSL just for my smell, now she tryna smell my wind