Stupid

[Intro: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
Boy

[Chorus: 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 (It's BlueStrip, baby)
I made a hundred with the plug, he ain't even know my name
Nigga, I'm stupid, I'm always finna do what I'm gon' do
Man, niggas stupid, my bitch 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
Nigga, I'm stupid, you really stupid if you think I'm talkin' to you

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
Fuck some Tris, I'm finna take some Wock' and turn my Sprite dirty
I might pop two tens, but I don't really like thirties
With the GlockBoyz, wе got some Glocks, boy, you ain't fight worthy
Clear water out of Hutch, why thе fuck your ice blurry?
Goose coat, Mike Amiri jeans off the Diors
Chopstick with the broomstick like I sweep floors
Why the fuck you only tough on the keyboard?
I-75 road running, hitting detours

[Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJae]
Man, burn a block down, hit the airport, then the mall after that
Man, I just touched down in my state, I call your bitch like, "Where you at?"
I'm in the airport tucking money, I got fifty of them racks
Unless I'm booking her a ticket, she'll never know where I'm at
Two hundred hundreds, a hundred fifties, I got so many dubs
Man, don't let a nigga make me mad, I promise I'll go and stretch somethin'
Man, hit a nigga with that K like I was texting him or somethin'
Niggas 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 ho home
Out of town, skrrtin' in some foreign shit 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 bro to pass the torch

[Chorus: 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 hundred with the plug, he ain't even know my name
Nigga, I'm stupid, I'm always finna do what I'm gon' do
Man, niggas stupid, my bitch 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
Nigga, 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' so fast
I told him let me drive and I let him hold the strap
It's new opp pack in the air, I ain't gon' lie, this shit crack
Man, I make the city hot, go out of town and rent a 'Lac
Niggas know what's goin' on with me, they knowin' I hate fat niggas
Man, I get money in my sleep now, I really turned into that nigga
My old hoes be hating that I'm rapping, they say I act different
Man, ask around what I be doing in the city, I'm Mister Fap Niggas

[Verse 5: BabyTron]
Shit, fuck, damn, you can't keep up with the Trackhawk
I might leave a hole in the street when I stab off
RTA, Ksubi, see the tags when they sagged off
Three five of some Tiramisu, this a damn log
2015, scam page was getting sales on
Get your mans out of jail, brodie got his bail on
Dog finished, put him in the coffin, put the nails on
Chillin' in my Cali king like, "When the fuck the mail drop?"

[Verse 6: GlockBoyz TeeJae]
You hate me and I hate you, I cannot wait until we see each other
Nigga, 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, shit, I be asking to see they boobies
Them bitches hit the lights on me, I kept driving, nigga, I'm stupid

[Verse 7: BabyTron]
New gen Glockiana and this bitch got a fully switch
All zaza, I ain't buying no more Cookie zips
Cuz in the spot with some dog that'll bully pits (Phew, hey)
Sliding down, balaclava on, they won't find out who did this
Try and score over here? Boy, that's gon' be a pick-six
Doggy telling stories in the booth, huh, Slick Rick