STUPID Lyrics – YG, Lil Yachty, Babyface Ray

Read the full STUPID lyrics by YG, Lil Yachty and Babyface Ray along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Yg’s music, you can also explore Hardaway and HOLLYWOOD, two other songs by Yg.

[Intro]
(Mustard on the beat, ho)

[Verse 1: YG]
Oh, damn, y’all done fu*ked up
This beat hitting like Bruce Lee with the nunchucks
Before the court room judge us
Please, wrong way, don’t rub us
Fu*k, yeah, when it’s beef, I eat cow
You ain’t got chicken, but catching Z’s, sweet pile (Sweet pile)
N!ggas know what I be about
Stop playing, I’ll knock a n!gga clean out
Yeah, I got b!tches
Ugly n!gga only got ’em ’cause my riches
I done made it out the trenches
I believe I’m him, I’m religious
I couldn’t see me without a check (Without a check)
You without a check, I’m a wreck
Penitentiary, chances, tick him to the neck (To the neck)
The money feel better than s*x, oh

[Chorus: YG]
Yeah, let’s get to it
If grump pays, I’ma do it
Remember them days I was sliding in the Buick
Now I’m up going stupid, stupid
I just took a model off my checklist, stupid
I just put a X to my ex-b!tch, stupid
I’m the type to take by the necklace, stupid
Made it of the block like Tetris

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Ayy, n!ggas be the loudest with no fu*king money (Skee)
I be blowing b!tches backs off two packs of— (Wah)
How you sent your boys to war with no ammunition?
Yeah, you put up Rolls Royce, but it’s standard edition (Wah)
Found out what you hit this s*it like a bad magician

This enough to cook his waiter, lose existence
You wanna roll with the bad boys like a * * * of business
My dog didn’t pop every Perc’, but he ended up itching (Brr)
He was quick with it, * * * like a paid-off rap
Ten on the mag, coupe got me hard on X, yeah
Free Jeff, when he spoke with his popo, he left
S*it got hard, they turned left, n!ggas know that ain’t right, yeah
I’m with * * * off the six in the Cranberry Sprite
Geeking, I got to the lane like a * * *
On a mail man launch on to check my pints
B!tch, * * * with the fight, everything on sight

[Chorus: YG]
Yeah, let’s get to it
If grump pays, I’ma do it
Remember them days I was sliding in the Buick
Now I’m up going stupid, stupid
I just took a model off my checklist, stupid
I just put a X to my ex-b!tch, stupid
I’m the type to take by the necklace, stupid
Made it of the block like Tetris

[Verse 3: Babyface Ray]
Man, you n!ggas got me fu*ked up
‘Fore I sell myself for this s*it I sell drügs
Yeah, pu*sy n!gga ain’t got no love
High ass n!gga sleep on a mop, must be poured up
Hah, you ain’t never had to show up
Baby mama called child support ’cause I’m going dumb
Yeah, I done bum ’cause I know the thugs
Louis Vuitton cross chains like I bang blood
I just scratched a baddie off my checklist, b!tch
You don’t have a budget on my necklace, b!tch
N!ggas love front faces not that rich
Tell it to the thotties when I show them my crib
Real n!ggas do real things
Real numbers, real fans, ain’t a thang change
Yeah, top down in the fast lane
Hands up, thank a God that the bag came, b!tch

[Chorus: YG]
Yeah, let’s get to it
If grump pays, I’ma do it
Remember them days I was sliding in the Buick
Now I’m up going stupid, stupid
I just took a model off my checklist, stupid
I just put a X to my ex-b!tch, stupid
I’m the type to take by the necklace, stupid
Made it out the block like Tetris