[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah
Stupid N*gga
Stupid H*e
Stupid Double
Swear to God, that's a stupid couple
He gon' sign to the labels just to get him shelved
Slam through the table, this a Royal Rumble
Hella Functions
Hella Hunnids
They been duckin'
Swear to God, you ain't juggin' nothin
At the family outing puttin' one in his lid
One in the clip, subtracted from the muzzle
[Chorus]
Barking that barking, give that boy a muscle
Said that she evil, coming from the under
She lookin' good, she get it from her mother
Smackdown gang, slidin with the cutters
Jose gang, slidin with Illegals
Rob them shoes, but he rockin' beaters
Three-hit beam, rockin' with Adidas
Vampire gang, rockin' with the bleeders
[Verse]
Huh? Aight
He gon' do what hoes say
You sleepin' with dudes, that's what bro say
The crash-out dummy do what bro say
Point at his tummy, look like Rose'
Callin' him dummy, that's the old way
I been makin' music in my own way
Chained to his h*e, that's a whole slave
It's hollow tip season, call it old bay
Two middle fingers to my old bae
She stuck in the streets, I add a whole K
N*gga, you trash, told him, okay
He wanna open, send it my way
But he not bready, n*gga, don't play
He put a suppressor on his AK
She crossin' a n*gga, lookin' both ways
Yeah
Stupid N*gga
Stupid H*e
Stupid Double
Swear to God, that's a stupid couple
He gon' sign to the labels just to get him shelved
Slam through the table, this a Royal Rumble
Hella Functions
Hella Hunnids
They been duckin'
Swear to God, you ain't juggin' nothin
At the family outing puttin' one in his lid
One in the clip, subtracted from the muzzle
[Chorus]
Barking that barking, give that boy a muscle
Said that she evil, coming from the under
She lookin' good, she get it from her mother
Smackdown gang, slidin with the cutters
Jose gang, slidin with Illegals
Rob them shoes, but he rockin' beaters
Three-hit beam, rockin' with Adidas
Vampire gang, rockin' with the bleeders
[Verse]
Huh? Aight
He gon' do what hoes say
You sleepin' with dudes, that's what bro say
The crash-out dummy do what bro say
Point at his tummy, look like Rose'
Callin' him dummy, that's the old way
I been makin' music in my own way
Chained to his h*e, that's a whole slave
It's hollow tip season, call it old bay
Two middle fingers to my old bae
She stuck in the streets, I add a whole K
N*gga, you trash, told him, okay
He wanna open, send it my way
But he not bready, n*gga, don't play
He put a suppressor on his AK
She crossin' a n*gga, lookin' both ways
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