Stupid Again

作词 : Daystar Peterson/Jonathan Demario Priester

I just wanna say from the bottom of my heart

I'd like to take this chance to apologise to absolutely nobody

The double champ does what the ** he wants

'Bout to go stupid again

She out the roof of the Benz

I'm 'bout to do her to get her

I'ma fcuk two of her friends

Just made a flip off the wop

Fcuk the Frank Mueller, I jump out the jeweler again

I fcuked my money up on the re-up

But I got it right back and I blew it again

Bag full of bricks

Back sellin' Knicks like Ewing again

Trap ain't bump like this since '06, so the boys just start U-in' again

Clear it out

Grrrr, stick 'em

Air it out

Brrrr, flip 'em

Whereabouts

I ain't never 'bout to give 'em

Fair amounts

I ain't never finna hit 'em with

Triple in it, double-up the stash, caught a brick

Another half, finna got another twenty on the vision

Special lil', flip it, did a caddy from the kitchen

I'ma hustle 'til the car came with another brick in it

Crib came with another ***** in it

If you ain't gettin' litty with the shitty, I'ma put another ***** in it

***** better hit me with deep throat (Oh)

And no, I ain't talkin' 'bout Michigan, ayy

Oh, uh, damn, shit

I'm goin' stupid and shit

She play the flute with my ****

Wrist, sick, I got the flu on a *****

I play it cool on a *****

Hit, stick, that's how I do on your *****

What I'ma do in this *****

***** was great, flew out and flew in this *****

40, shinin' and shinin'

Way in the hills, I'm high in the climate

Nigas is trickin' and nigas is simpin'

Payin' for heels, and winin' and dinin'

Jewish lawyers on the phone call

I said I'ma sign that lil' shit when I sign it

I got these Benjamin Frank on my body

Ain't finna fcuk if this shit ain't exotic, woo

Ten traps phones 'cause the ***** keep on callin'

Sleepin' on the floor, I be scammin', gettin' it all in

Do the money dance when the money fall

Niga, fcuk my ex, I'm uninvolved

You can suck my d*ck and lick a nut too (Woo)

Yeah, you don't like me, niga, fcuk you, fcuk you, fcuk you

(Fcuk you, niga)

Damn, he runnin' through all his paper

That's what I do to a hater

Don't touch two things: my hair or my paper (Woo)

Passin' that ***** and she hot

Pass her like hot potato

I grind, I skate her

And she look good, I might date her

P*ssy was good and I ate it

Lil' *****, I'm Bajan, woo

Wait, hold the fcuk up, hold the fcuk up, hold up

So we both at the function, you know what I'm sayin'

You pull up with your ***** in the 458

I pull up with my ***** in the 488

You pull up beside my shit, like, "Yo, what's the difference between my 458 and your 488?"

'Bout like eighty to hundred thousand, **** sucker, beat it

'Bout to go stupid again

She out the roof of the Benz

I'm 'bout to do her to get her

I'ma fcuk two of her friends

Just made a flip off the wop

Fcuk the Frank Mueller, I jump out the jeweler again

I ****ed my money up on the re-up

But I got it right back and I blew it again

We don't wanna hear no sucker shit after this shit either, niga

Know what I'm sayin'?

Oh, you worried 'bout your *****?

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, she's here

Know what I'm sayin'?

Oui, oui, parlez-vous franais and all that good shit

Ha, straight off the runway in Paris, niga

Give ten fcuks about a *****