Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Go Stupid , by - Polo G. Release date: 14.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Go Stupid |
| Ayy |
| Gang, gang, gang, ayy (Mike WiLL Made-It) |
| Lil' Capalot, bitch, hah |
| (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) |
| Hit the strip after school, couldn’t wait 'til I got out of class, |
| used to stare at the clock and shit |
| Before all of this rappin' shit, I was gangbangin' and doin' high-speeds on the |
| cops and shit |
| And I’m straight from the Chi, but I ball like a king up in Cali and shoot like |
| Stojaković |
| Keep applyin' that pressure, I go on the run, it ain’t no lettin' it up, |
| ain’t no stoppin' this |
| Had to tell my lil' brother to chill, gotta stay in the house, come outside, |
| he be poppin' shit |
| You ain’t heard about us, well, you need to go watch the news, niggas know we |
| be dropping shit |
| Got the feds on my ass in the hood 'cause they think I’m the one who been |
| buyin' up Glocks and shit |
| I’m just focused on music, they say my last tape was a classic, but I got some |
| hotter shit (Hotter shit) |
| Might be rocking a show or if I’m not up the stu', then I’m fucking this cash |
| off |
| Don’t you know Polo G? |
| Skinny tall with the dreads, that lil' nigga be rappin' |
| his ass off |
| Yeah, I heard she got surgery, still wanna clap from the back just to see if |
| her ass soft |
| Go like Harden with rockets, we blast off |
| Tried to throw us some bullets, but we made 'em fumble, like nah, |
| you ain’t gettin' that pass off |
| Spin the block, now I’m takin' my mask off |
| Hit the gas like we racin', speed off in them foreigns and leave tire marks on |
| the asphalt |
| It’s gon' be R.I.P. |
| once your ass caught |
| He like frontin', we knockin' his cap off |
| 'Nother day, a new chain or a MAC bought |
| All this ice got me freezin' like Jack Frost (4X) |
| That boy a bitch, that’s his dad fault |
| If you play, then you lay, we can crash out (Let's go) |
| When I up in his shit, bet it’s man down (Boom) |
| In BOA, I’m pullin' them bands out (Cash) |
| DOA, bitch, I get your mans off (Gone) |
| A rockstar from the block, I stand out (Uh) |
| Came from nothing, I fucked my advance off |
| When I hit the game, with my flow, niggas ran off (No cap), fuck it |
| I’m not your average joe (Uh-uh) |
| When I leave the house, I tuck it, uh (Fire, fire) |
| I’m rich, I don’t shop on no budget |
| He clutchin', my lil' youngin want him a bucket, uh (Score) |
| I hop on this bitch and run it (Uh) |
| If I said it, I seen it or done it (Uh, uh) |
| These lil' niggas never robbed nobody |
| Ain’t caught no body, and ain’t getting no money (Cap) |
| Where I’m from, it’s sports or gunplay |
| We looked up to the killer and dealers |
| But even them niggas wan' make it out one day (On gang) |
| Fuck my first M, I been had hood fame (Yeah) |
| Took off like I was on a runway (Yoom) |
| I’m a star, but still post on the one way (Blatt) |
| Them niggas talk, but they won’t play (NLE) |
| We let them guns sing like the choir on Sunday (Yeah, yeah) |
| Hop on the scene and I’m thuggin' |
| This Glock on my hip, so you know that I’m clutchin' |
| Catch me an opp, I’ma down him in public |
| The police keep askin', I’m changin' the subject |
| The way I grew up, man, a nigga was rugged |
| Why the fuck you got a gun? |
| You not gonna bust it |
| And a hundred some shots, I ain’t doin' no tustlin' |
| Give a nigga temptation like he David Ruffin |
| I ain’t gon' cap, I don’t even like rappin' |
| But I love wrappin' them bodies and shit |
| Fuck the bitch, and when I get done |
| I’ma up my Glock and then rob the bitch |
| Catch a nigga when he clock out |
| I’ma get him whacked at his job and shit |
| And I don’t know why the police keep fuckin' with me |
| 'Cause they ain’t stoppin' shit, yeah |
| Spin on your block like a remix |
| Shoot him in the face, get his teeth lit |
| Extended clip like a broomstick |
| Shoot a flick like Netflix |
| Scratch an opp off the checklist |
| I just bought a gun off Craigslist |
| Shoot an opp in the brain, I’m leavin' a stain, only thing you see is red shit |
| If the police behind, we keep duckin' |
| My gun need some drawers, it got nuts |
| Whole gang, we strapped, don’t test us |
| If a nigga play, he gon' get bust, yeah |
| NLE the Top Shotta, don dada |
| Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |