Letras

[Intro]
Bla$ta
(HerbMadeThisBeat)
Bla$ta
R.I.P. Mac Dre
[Chorus]
S-T-U-P-I-D (What?)
I got my name on the chain, I don't need ID (No ID)
When I step through, I'm fuckin' up the party, y'all (Fuck it up)
Throw the money in the air 'cause we love to ball (Ball)
Wham, bam, Northside ham (Hah)
Anything you throw up, I'ma throw that shit down (Throw it down)
**** said it's up, we gon' blow his shit down (Rrah, Bla$ta, Bla$ta)
[Verse 1]
Uh, bitch, do I look stupid? (Look stupid)
Why the fuck I got a gun if I don't use it? (I'ma blow it)
I done made 30K on the computer (Huh)
He try to drop nuts on us, we get him neutered (Get him neutered)
He ain't wanna use his head, I got him noodled (Got him noodled)
Big dogs in the gates, you **** poodle (You **** poodle)
Fully K on, brodie askin' me to go stupid (Rrah)
I chase a bag, not a bitch, who is Cupid? (Who is Cupid?)
**** with an attitude, I get a lil' ruthless (Get ruthless)
So salute it or shoot it, I'll leave you roofless (Facts)
I'm on blue shit, huh, I need new shit, huh (Ah)
Fuck the Elephant Bar, bitch, I need Ruth Chris (Huh)
Why these **** lyin' on they dick? You ain't glue shit (Nah)
Plus you got dust in your barrel 'cause you don't shoot shit (Blow it)
The way the bitch blow it, where the soup is? (Huh)
With this four on my jersey, where the hoop is? (On that four)
They gon' let me in plus five, don't need no ID (Facts)
They gon' act like they don't see us, we twenty-nine deep (Huh)
I done did some real shit that never made IG (Ah)
They gon' try a new drug 'fore they try me (Hmm)
Two Glocks touchin' together, I think they Siamese (Brrah)
And I be throwin' up a five 'til they free Weez (On that five)
Shit cray, words on mic gon' get me free G's (Huh)
I'm in Flint, we pour a six of that KiKi (Pay me)
We up top hittin' donuts in a GT (Skrrt)
I ain't never had a Mint belt, this here GG (Huh)
My baby know her daddy a star, seen me on TV (I'm a star)
These **** cap, only drillin' on the PC (Fuck)
Now you gotta call me unc', I knock your titi (Knock her)
Ever since I jumped off the porch, name ring-ring (Ring)
I got eleven for them rockets like I'm Yao Ming (Like I'm Yao Ming)
**** see me in this bitch and get a bowel change (Rrah)
You ain't puttin' in your own work, you gon' die a lame
Play a slow song for your stupid ass, lil' violin (Lil' violin)
You wanna be ballin'? Gotta be all in (Huh)
You ain't have no hoes in your section, it was all men (Pussy)
Huh, so what you call that?
I done got some top out a bitch and ain't call back (Don't call)
Fuck with my hitters, Bla$ta comin' with a ball bat (Ball bat)
I had to hawk this beef, can't get a ball back (Nah)
[Chorus]
S-T-U-P-I-D
I got my name on the chain, I don't need ID (It's on my chain)
When I step through, I'm fuckin' up the party, y'all (Fuck it up)
Throw the money in the air 'cause we love to ball (Throw it up)
Wham, bam, Northside ham (Northsider)
Anything you throw up, I'ma throw that shit down (I throw it down)
**** said it's up, we gon' blow his shit down (Blow it down)
[Outro]
Bla$ta
Bla$ta
[Instrumental]
(HerbMadeThisBeat)
Shout out Herb, bitch
Bla$ta
Written by: Claudie Lee Easley IV
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