Stupid Shit

[Intro]

(Money done geeked on this motherfucker)

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]

I need answers for that stupid shit

Too many standards for a groupie bitch

I waste some syrup on my Prada Kicks

Mason Margiela, on my Dallas shit

I'm hugging the curb, I'm pushing the pedal, the bait my birds

If you know 'bout the murder, can't say what you saw, just come on the turf

No nose on the Draco, sawed it off and ate up his nerves

If we lose it all, we takin' 'em off, we makin' it worse

[Verse 1: Lil Gotit]

Walk down with that pole

They can wipe they nose

I just bought diamonds for the show

Toting this stick, they got so many souls

Pass her some munyun she fuckin' the bro

Get popped like a pimple, yeah, right out the Rolls

Drop off on her face, she ordered a load

I'm 'bout the business, she know how it go

Ain't duckin' no beef, we gotta eat

Keep that shit street, we gon' leave him deceased

I keep a stash with my bitch on the East

They like to see, I'm keeping peace

Four by four Jeep, ain't nothin' cheap

Fuck the ignition, we don't need a key

Wan' change your life? Go take a seat

Ralphy gon' give 'em the price for the P's (Yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Gotit & Lil Keed]

I need answers for that stupid shit

Too many standards for a groupie bitch

I waste some syrup on my Prada Kicks

Mason Margiela, on my Dallas shit

I'm hugging the curb, I'm pushing the pedal, the bait my birds

If you know 'bout the murder, can't say what you saw, just come on the turf

No nose on the Draco, sawed it off and ate up his nerves

If we lose it all, we takin' 'em off, we makin' it worse (Slatt)

[Verse 2: Lil Keed]

Put em' on a shirt (Let's go)

And the percocet make her pussy squirt (Perc)

Cuttin' up in traffic in a fast thing

Tell 'em, "Watch me work" (Keed, talk to 'em)

Really you can't even see in

Maybach came with curtains (Skrrt)

MP for the blicky and I got five seven (Skrrt)

She don't want a shrimp (Let's go), she want a big dog

I tell her whatever (Big dog), she leap like a frog

And Rolls Royce umbrellas hide me from the clouds (Rolls Royce umbrellas)

Yeah, hide me from the clout (Clout)

These niggas can't get no dap (No sirski)

You can get shook down, nigga, with a strap (Yessirski)

Me and B-Dime, we slidin' in a Porsche (Skrrt)

Two-twenty-five when we put it in sport (B-Dime, come catch us)

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]

I need answers for that stupid shit

Too many standards for a groupie bitch

I waste some syrup on my Prada Kicks

Mason Margiela, on my Dallas shit

I'm hugging the curb, I'm pushing the pedal, the bait my birds

If you know 'bout the murder, can't say what you saw, just come on the turf

No nose on the Draco, sawed it off and ate up his nerves

If we lose it all, we takin' 'em off, we makin' it worse