Get Stupid lyrics

[Intro: EBK Jaaybo]
(Get stupid, childish, insane)
(Bounce out, the skit don't matter you ain't tapped the n*gga face)
(Walk downs in all black, get aggressive with baby Drac)

[Chorus: EBK Jaaybo]
Get stupid, childish, insane
Bounce out, the skit don't matter you ain't tapped the n*gga face
Walk downs in all black, get aggressive with baby Drac
Belt to ass, caught him on the southside, he got spanked
I'm a Hotboii, chains icy, where's the refrigerator?
She forked over the trap but I ain't f*ck it, I'ma hit you later
I'll leave the house without my blick beforе I ever give a b*tch somе paper
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Said she got more than five for me, hoe I'm pulling up (Yeah)

[Verse 1: EBK Jaaybo]
Gon' need more than them Track twos when these bullets come
Chase down, surviving these ain't likely, hope this b*tch can run
Can't judge him cause he just hopped off the porch he trynna get him one
Another Fly just got squashed go pick that-
Go pick that n*gga up
We turned that b*tch to dust
Keep fully on me this sh*t serious its not for fun
I push the J like I'm from the court but I'm from 21
Aye, on Seventh St n*gga
[Chorus: EBK Jaaybo]
Get stupid, childish, insane
Bounce out, the skit don't matter you ain't tapped the n*gga face
Walk downs in all black, get aggressive with baby Drac
Belt to ass, caught him on the southside, he got spanked
I'm a Hotboii, chains icy, where's the refrigerator?
She forked over the trap but I ain't f*ck it, I'ma hit you later
I'll leave the house without my blick before I ever give a b*tch some paper
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Said she got more than five for me, hoe I'm pulling up

[Verse 2: PayPig2125]
Montclair to the G we all bleed the same
We just pulled up on they block where they people hang (Aye)
I'm in there walking n*ggas down, I don't need no aim
We just floated down Scribner, now we through the A
b*tch my Glock a transgender, it go both ways (Aye)
I wouldn't claim that skit n*gga it was no head tap
Slide through this b*tch looking too smurky that's a death trap (Aye)
Caught him with the b*tch and left him where he slept at
Ain't a P but this shooter sh*t, baby that's what I'm best at
Got forensics yellow tape a n*gga where we left a mess at
(Got forensics yellow tape a n*gga where we left a mess at)
b*tch wasn't talking 'bout no chips so I just got the lips
Sucka n*ggas walking 'round the corner, I'm walking doing hits
Drop a body burn the fit its back to taking trips
b*tch, y'all do attempts y'all ain't doing hits
Return the pole lil bro, you ain't used the sh*t
Don't do the shooting out the load, we bouncing out the whip
Gz baby, since thirteen I been pulling skitz
And let me send some weird sh*t I'm coming off the hip
pus*y pulled that weird sh*t he in a bag for it
I was broke back then I made my bag for it
b*tch I'm nodding off a deuce I almost bagged foreign
Put the b*tch on a flight got her war torn
And I been kicking off that Wock' I need to stop pourin'
[Chorus: EBK Jaaybo]
Get stupid, childish, insane
Bounce out, the skit don't matter you ain't tapped the n*gga face
Walk downs in all black, get aggressive with baby Drac
Belt to ass, caught him on the southside, he got spanked
I'm a Hotboii, chains icy, where's the refrigerator?
She forked over the trap but I ain't f*ck it, I'ma hit you later
I'll leave the house without my blick before I ever give a b*tch some paper
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Said she got more than five for me, hoe I'm pulling up