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Go Stupid (feat. NLE Choppa & Mike WiLL Made-It)
Polo G & Stunna 4 Vegas
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Ayy Gang, gang, gang, gang Mike Will Made it Lil Capalot, nigga, h Tay Keith, **** these niggas up Hit the strip after school, couldn't wait 'til I got out of class Used to stare at the clock and shit Before all of this rap shit , I was hustlin And doin' highspeeds on the cops and shit And I'm straight from the Chi', but I ball like king Up in Cali' and shoot like Stojaković Keep applyin' the pressure, I go on the run And it ain't no lettin' it up, ain't no stoppin' this Had to tell my little brother to chill, gotta stay in the house Come outside, he be poppin' shit You ain't heard about us, well you need to go watch the news Niggas know we be dropping shi Got the feds on my ass in the hood 'Cause they think I'm the one who been buyin' them Glocks and shit I'm just focused on music They say my last tape was a classic, but I got some hotter shit (Hotter shit ) I be rocking a show, or if I'm not up the stu', then I'm ****ing this cash off Don't you know Polo G, skinny, tall, with the dreads That lil' nigga be rappin' his ass off Yeah, I heard she got surgery Still wanna climb from the back, just to see if her ass soft Go like Harden with Rockets we blast off Tried to throw us some niggas, but we made them fumble Now you ain't getting that pass out Finna block, now I'm takin' my mask off Hit the gas like we racin', speed off in them foreigns And leave tire marks on the asphalt It's gonna be R.I.P. once your ass caught He like front, we knockin his cap off Another day, another chain on or a MAC bought All this ice got me freezin' like Jack Frost (4X) That boy a bitch, that's his dad faul If you play then you late, we can crash out (Let's go) When I'm up in his shit , bet his man down (Ooh) pullin' them bands out (Cap) D.O.A., nigga I catch your man of A rockstar from the block, I stand out Came from nothing, I fought my advance off When I hit the game with my floor niggas, ran out, **** it (No, cap I'm not your average Joe When I leave the house, I tuck it I'm rich, I don't shop with no budget My little youngins want him a bucket I hop on his dick and run it (Uh If I said it, I seen it and done it (Uh, uh) These lil' niggas never rob nobody Ain't caught nobody, and ain't getting no money (Cap) Where I'm from, it's sport to gunplay We adopt to the killer and dealers But even them niggas won't make it out one day I pop my first xan I been had hood fame (Yeah) Took off like I was on the runway I'm a star but still post on the runway Them niggas talk, but don't want play We let them descent like the choir on Sunday Yeah, yeah Hop on this scene and I'm thuggin' This Glock on my hip, so you know that I'm clutchin' Catch me an opp, I'ma down him in public The police keep askin', I'm chagin' the su**ect The way I grew up, man, a nigga was rugged Why the **** you got a gun, you not gonna bust it And the hundred round shots, I ain't doin' no tussin' Give a nigga temptation like he David Ruffin I ain't gon' cap, I don't even like rappin' But I learned about wrappin' them bodies and shit I ****ed the bitch, and when I get don I'ma up my clock and then rob the bitch Catch a nigga when he clock ou I'ma get him wacked at his job and shit And I dont know why the police keep ****ing with me 'Cause they ain't stoppin shit , yeah Spin on your block like a remix Shoot him in the face, get his teeth licked Extended clip like a broomstick Shoot a flick like Netflix Scratch an opp off the checklist I just bought a gun off Craiglist Shoot and opp in the brain, I'm leavin' the stain Only thing you see is red shit If the police behind, we keep duckin' My gun need some draws, he got nothin Whole gang, we strapped on testos If a nigga need play, he gon' get bust, yea NLE, the Top Shotta, don dodda Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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