YG - STUPID Lyrics

(Mustard on the beat, ho)

Oh, damn, y'all done f*cked up
This beat hittin' like Bruce Lee with the nunchucks
Before the court room judge us
Please, wrong way, don't rub us
F*ck, yeah, when it's beef, I eat cow
You ain't got chicken, but catchin' Z's, sweet pile (sweet pile)
Niggas know what I be 'bout
Stop playin', I'll knock a nigga clean out
Yeah, I got bitches
Ugly nigga only got 'em 'cause my riches
I done made it out the trenches
I believe I'm him, I'm religious
I couldn't see me without a check (without a check)
Me without a check, I'm a wreck
Penitentiary, chances, took 'em to the neck (to the neck)
The money feel better than sex, oh

Yeah, let's get to it
If crime pays, I'ma do it
Remember them days I was slidin' in the Buick
Now I'm up goin' stupid, stupid
I just took a model off my checklist, stupid
I just put a X on my ex-bitch, stupid
I'm the type to take by the necklace, stupid
Made it off the block like Tetris

Ayy, niggas be the loudest with no f*ckin' money (skee)
I be blowin' bitches backs off two packs of- (wah)
How you sent your boys to war with no ammunition?
Yeah, you put up Rolls Royce, but it's standard edition (wah)
Found out what you hit this shit like a bad magician
This enough to cook his waiter, lose existence
You wanna roll with the bad boys like Isiah's Pistons
My dog ain't pop nan Perc', but his index itchin' (brrt)
He was quick with the TEC like a paid-off ref
Ten on the MAC, coupe got me hard on X (yeah)
Free Jeff, we ain't spoke since before he left
Shit got hard, they turned left, niggas know that ain't right (yeah)
I'm with Ju dropped a six in the Cranberry Sprite
Geekin', I vibe through the night like a well made kite
On a mail man lawn tryna check my pints
Bitch, it go, I would've fight, everything on sight

Yeah, let's get to it
If crime pays, I'ma do it
Remember them days I was slidin' in the Buick
Now I'm up goin' stupid, stupid
I just took a model off my checklist, stupid
I just put a X on my ex-bitch, stupid
I'm the type to take by the necklace, stupid
Made it off the block like Tetris

Man, you niggas got me f*cked up
'Fore I sell my soul for this shit I'll sell drugs
Yeah, pussy-nigga ain't got no love
High ass nigga sleep on a mop, must be poured up
Ha, you ain't never had to show up
Baby mama called child support 'cause I'm goin' dumb
Yeah, out in Bomp' 'cause I know the thugs
Louis Vuitton cross chains like I bang blood
I just scratched a baddie off my checklist, bitch
Man, yo' average budget on my necklace, bitch
Niggas love front faces not that rich
Tell it to the thotties when I show them my crib
Real niggas do real things
Real numbers, real fans, ain't a thing change
Yeah, top down in the fast lane
Hands up, thank a God that the bag came, bitch

Yeah, let's get to it
If crime pays, I'ma do it
Remember them days I was slidin' in the Buick
Now I'm up goin' stupid, stupid
I just took a model off my checklist, stupid
I just put a X on my ex-bitch, stupid
I'm the type to take by the necklace, stupid
Made it off the block like Tetris