STUPIIID Lyrics

Oh yeah you stupid

How you gotta glocc can't shoot it

You riding you ruthless

I know you gon hate you gon this

It's been a minute since I took a ride

I'm happy now I won't fantasize bout

Bringing fear is the toughest eyes

Bringing tremors to the toughest guys

Or so that they thought

I'm bout that action

Got no time for a verbal assault

I'm riding out with a younger adult

25 If I was guessing around

Totally down when I'm riding around

Today he had me all in his pocket

One in the head so he ain't gotta cock it

Ready let me off like a rocket

I know he gon let it off, can't even stop him

He really be showing me off

All on the gram I look good in his pictures

From the hood he'a depicture

Like, "test me I'm ready to shoot it, niggas on't do nothing stupid"

Beam on my body

My dick gon extend with a clip

Dark in my pigment

My shooter opposite

His tone a tapioca

He a nasty joker

With an attitude

Put you latitude

Lay you longitude

With a laugh or two

I ain't bragging fool

Three four shots in the back

Just being totally honest

All for the bucks

Just for money

Not for the honor

He don't care bout that

Stare at him then ima bust like

No questions asked that's showing some slack

He lost in the streets he ain't coming back

Till y'all niggas dead i ain't going back

Oh yeah you stupid

How you gotta glocc can't shoot it

You riding you ruthless

I know you gon hate you gon this

Driving the boulevard

Owner was mentally scarred

Seeing his homie lay dead in the yard

You can see all the pain in his eyes

Yo kindness he'll sho disregard

If it's bout the smoke, heard he'll turn you into a cigar

Today was particularly hard

It was anniversary of the shooting

They still ain't find the nigga that went and did it

Owner dizzy from all of the spinning

Blocks turned to cheese from swissing it up

Like a vaccine he sticking em up

Looking for niggas that could've been culprits

But no one had matched it

Lit up a flame, like somebody matched it

Can't even douse it unless there's a has been

I'm talking a body

Hold up there's somebody calling

They told em they seen a white van with sliding doors

Tinted out w the darkest percent

Shooting 45 Kevin Durant

Driving round on the creep, like a pedo

Felt an instant push on the pedal

Pride had him played just like Geppetto

Homie had rage he couldn't let go

And I understand it

It's an easy an hit like itunderhanded

The reason I'm made for

When the ghetto hungry it feeds off of death

Ima get off till nobody left

Push in they chin I'm giving clefts

Oh yeah you stupid

How you gotta glocc can't shoot it

You riding you ruthless

I know you gon hate you gon this

You thought you would do it or something?

Walking out dawg I new it was coming

Pulling it out like they knew it was coming

And blew out his brains

The sight i saw made me sick in the stomach

I knew he was hit he ain't know it was coming

Bullets some birds I was hearing the humming humming humming humming humming

Oh yeah, you stupid