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stupid lyrics
[intro]
f_ck the fire we got grease

[hook: glockboyz teejae]
boy, you don’t wanna get me started, i can go for days
she gave me neck and it was fire, i did the david blaine
man, i don’t know what y’all on, i’m just tryin to get paid
i made a hunnid with the plug, he ain’t even know my name
stupid, i’m always finna do what i’m gon’ do
my n_gga stupid, my b_tch bad, she wouldn’t say a word to you
i be in the mall just like the hood, and i ain’t never heard of you
n_gga i’m stupid, you really stupid if you think i’m talkin’ to you

[verse 1: babytron]
f_ck some tris, i’m finna take some wocky, turn my sprite dirty
i might pop two tens, but i don’t really like thirties
with the glockboyz, we got some glocks, boy you ain’t fight worthy
clеar water out of hutch, why the f_ck yo ice blurry?
goosе coat, mike amiri jeans, off the diors
chopstick, with the broomstick like i sweep floors
why the f_ck you only tough on the keyboard?
i_75 road running, hittin detours

[verse 2: glockboyz teejae]
been burnin’ blocks now hit the airport, then the malls after that
man i just touched down in my state, i call yo b_tch like “where you at?”
i’m in the airport tuckin’ money, i got fifty of them racks
unless i’m bookin her a ticket, she’ll never know where i’m at
two_hunnid 100s, one_hunnid 50s, i got somethin’ in these denims
man, don’t let a n_gga make me mad, i promise i’ll go and stretch somethin’
man, hit a n_gga wtih that k like i was texting him or somethin’
n_ggas think i’m rich right now, boy just wait til the summer, boy
[verse 3: babytron]
two rose gold chains on and they both froze
baby missile hit his ass and send him through the ozone
me and gang touching down, throw us in the pro bowl
get the top and them i’m quick to send the hoe home
out of town, skirtin in some foreign sh_t you can’t afford
teamwork makes the dream work, you need to pass it more
unky scored on a pint , had to go and grab a four
caught an opp by his dolo, told bruh to pass the torch

[hook: glockboyz teejae]
you don’t wanna get me started, i can go for days
she gave me neck and it was fire, i did the david blaine
man, i don’t know what y’all on, i’m just tryin to get paid
i made a hunnid with the plug, he ain’t even know my name
n_gga i’m stupid, i’m always finna do what i’m gon do
my n_gga stupid, my b_tch bad, she wouldn’t say a word to you
i be in the mall just like the hood, and i ain’t never heard of you
n_gga i’m stupid, you really stupid if you think i’m talkin to you

[verse 4: glockboyz teejae]
i’m in the foreign ridin with babytron, we drivin somethin’ fast
i told em let me drive, and i let him hold the strap
it’s new opp pack in the air, i ain’t gon lie this sh_t crack
man i make the city hot, go out of town and rent a ‘lac
n_ggas know what’s goin on with me, they knowin i hate fat n_ggas
and, i get money in my sleep now, i really turned into that n_gga
my old hoes be hatin that i’m rappin, they say i act different
man, ask around in the city what i be doin, i’m mr. fap n_ggas
[verse 5: babytron]
sh_t plugged in, you can’t keep up with the trackhawk
i might leave a hole in the street when i stab off
rta ksubi’s, seen the tags when they sagged off
three_five of some tiramisu, this a d_mn log
2015, scam page was gettin sales on
get yo mans out jail, brodie got his bail on
dawg finished, put him in the coffin, put the nails on
chillin in my cali king, like when the f_ck the mail drop?

[verse 6: glockboyz teejae]
you hate me and i hate you, i cannot wait until we see each other
n_gga, i’m stupid, wait til i drop this cupid
man, i’ll probably leave the lot and crash the ‘vette because i’m foolish
hoes be giving me they numbers, sh_t i be asking to see they b00bies
them b_tches hit the lights on me, i kept driving, n_gga i’m stupid

[verse 7: babytron]
new gen glockiana, and this b_tch got a fully switch
all zaza, i ain’t buyin no more cookie zips
cuz in the spot with some dog that’ll bully pits
sliding down, balaclava on they won’t find out who did this
tryin score over here? boy that’s gon be a pick_six
doggy tellin stories in the booth, huh, sl!ck rick

- babytron

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