Go Stupid

Ayy
Gang, gang, gang, ayy (Mike WiLL Made-It)
Lil Capalot, *****, hah
(Tay Keith, **** these *****s up )
[Verse 1: Polo G & Stunna 4 Vegas]
Hit the strip after school, couldnt wait til I got out of class, used to stare at the clock and shit
Before all of this rappin shit , I was ********in and doin high-speeds on the cops and shit
And Im straight from the Chi, but I ball like a king up in Cali and shoot like Stojaković
Keep applyin that pressure, I go on the run, it aint no lettin it up, aint no stoppin this
Had to tell my lil brother to chill, gotta stay in the house, come outside, he be poppin shit
You aint heard about us, well, you need to go watch the news, *****s know we be dropping shit
Got the feds on my ass in the hood cause they think Im the one who been buyin up Glocks and shit
Im just focused on music, they say my last tape was a classic, but I got some hotter shit (Hotter shit)
Might be rocking a show or if Im not up the stu, then Im **** ing this cash off
Dont you know Polo G? Skinny tall with the dreads, that lil ***** be rappin his ass off
Yeah, I heard she got surgery, still wanna clap from the back just to see if her ass soft
Go like Harden with rockets, we blast off
Tried to throw us some ******s, but we made em fumble, like nah, you aint gettin that pass off
Spin the block, now Im takin my mask off
Hit the gas like we racin, speed off in them foreigns and leave tire marks on the asphalt
Its gon be R.I.P. once your ass caught
He like frontin, we knockin his cap off
Nother day, a new chain or a MAC bought
All this ice got me freezin like Jack Frost (4X)
[Verse 2: Stunna 4 Vegas & NLE Choppa]
That boy a *****, thats his dad fault
If you play, then you lay, we can crash out (Lets go)
When I up in his shit, bet its man down (Boom)
In BOA, Im pullin them bands out (Cash)
DOA, *****, I get your mans off (Gone)
A rockstar from the block, I stand out (Uh)
Came from nothing, I ****ed my advance off
When I hit the game, with my flow, *****s ran off (No cap), **** it
Im not your average joe (Uh-uh)
When I leave the house, I tuck it, uh (Fire, fire)
Im rich, I dont shop on no budget
He clutchin, my lil youngin want him a bucket, uh (Score)
I hop on this ***** and run it (Uh)
If I said it, I seen it or done it (Uh, uh)
These lil *****s never robbed nobody
Aint caught no body, and aint getting no money (Cap)
Where Im from, its sports or gunplay
We looked up to the killer and dealers
But even them *****s wan make it out one day (On gang)
**** my first M, I been had hood fame (Yeah)
Took off like I was on a runway (Yoom)
Im a star, but still post on the one way (Blatt)
Them *****s talk, but they wont play (NLE)
We let them guns sing like the choir on Sunday (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3: NLE Choppa]
Hop on the scene and Im thuggin
This Glock on my hip, so you know that Im clutchin
Catch me an opp, Ima down him in public
The police keep askin, Im changin the su**ect
The way I grew up, man, a ***** was rugged
Why the **** you got a gun? You not gonna bust it
And a hundred some shots, I aint doin no tustlin
Give a ***** temptation like he David Ruffin
I aint gon cap, I dont even like rappin
But I love wrappin them bodies and shit
**** the *****, and when I get done
Ima up my Glock and then rob the *****
Catch a ***** when he clock out
Ima get him whacked at his job and shit
And I dont know why the police keep ****in with me
Cause they aint stoppin shit, yeah
Spin on your block like a remix
Shoot him in the face, get his teeth lit
Extended clip like a broomstick
Shoot a flick like Netflix
Scratch an opp off the checklist
I just bought a gun off Craigslist
Shoot an opp in the brain, Im leavin a stain, only thing you see is red shit
If the police behind, we keep duckin
My gun need some drawers, it got ****
Whole gang, we strapped, dont test us
If a ***** play, he gon get bust, yeah
NLE the Top Shotta, don dada
Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah