Go Stupid Remix by Juliussacred Lyrics
[Verse: Julius Sacred & (6ix9ine)]
I don't waste time on the track, so fuck a beat drop I go off of the rip
Talkin' that shit, Imma aim a gun right at yo' head and I'm finna be poppin' the clip
Got too much bands in my jeans, from all of this hustle, soon all my pockets goin' rip
Did a lot of shit to live this here lifestyle, just like Roddy, I'm rich, nigga
Know they pissin' themselves when I spit a verse
Spittin' 'em bullets, lil' nigga that's kill confirmed
I guess for most people in life, it is live and learn
But you can't do that if you dead and you on a shirt
Some people still sleepin' need to wake up like Lupinek
My wrist look clean and I got me a new Patek
New pinky ring and it's flooded with blue baguettes
Shoe game on point, 'cause I got me some Louboutins
Hit up the mall and I cop me some Fendi
She slob on my noodle, she wanted spaghetti
My ice is vanilla, like Frosty from Wendy's
I pull up on them and send shots, it's a frenzy
Laugh to the bank, and I laugh when I walk out
You ain't talk cash, then what else there to talk 'bout?
Talkin' that shit, then you better watch yo' mouth
Name on the list, and it's about to be crossed out
I came from rags to riches
Yeah, I got the baddest bitches
Now, I keep a MAC-11
And, you know I have extensions
Ice on my breath and they callin' me Superman
Leavin' dislikes, but I do know that you a fan
I want that shordy, I don't care about who her mans
Got me twin Glocks, I make 'em do the STOOPID dance, (Stupid)
I still ain't done, this still ain't the album yet
This just for fun, so I wouldn't have to stress
They underestimate, they think that I'm not a threat
They see me winning, and they all like "not again"
I'm younger than y'all, but I'm still making bigger moves
Funny how they would still hate being in my shoes
Keep the drum by my side like I'm a Rillaboom
I stick to my paper, like I'm made of sticky glue
How much I gotta drop just to prove to y'all that my raps ain't weak?
I don't chase the bag anymore, my nigga, I let the bag chase me
At least that's all I know like I'm Rich The Kid, Stunna 4 Vegas, and CashAP
So they all tryna get like me, just like they Bhad Bhabie, I been up for the last eight weeks
Hustlin', rappin, ouu!
I don't waste time on the track, so fuck a beat drop I go off of the rip
Talkin' that shit, Imma aim a gun right at yo' head and I'm finna be poppin' the clip
Got too much bands in my jeans, from all of this hustle, soon all my pockets goin' rip
Did a lot of shit to live this here lifestyle, just like Roddy, I'm rich, nigga
Know they pissin' themselves when I spit a verse
Spittin' 'em bullets, lil' nigga that's kill confirmed
I guess for most people in life, it is live and learn
But you can't do that if you dead and you on a shirt
Some people still sleepin' need to wake up like Lupinek
My wrist look clean and I got me a new Patek
New pinky ring and it's flooded with blue baguettes
Shoe game on point, 'cause I got me some Louboutins
Hit up the mall and I cop me some Fendi
She slob on my noodle, she wanted spaghetti
My ice is vanilla, like Frosty from Wendy's
I pull up on them and send shots, it's a frenzy
Laugh to the bank, and I laugh when I walk out
You ain't talk cash, then what else there to talk 'bout?
Talkin' that shit, then you better watch yo' mouth
Name on the list, and it's about to be crossed out
I came from rags to riches
Yeah, I got the baddest bitches
Now, I keep a MAC-11
And, you know I have extensions
Ice on my breath and they callin' me Superman
Leavin' dislikes, but I do know that you a fan
I want that shordy, I don't care about who her mans
Got me twin Glocks, I make 'em do the STOOPID dance, (Stupid)
I still ain't done, this still ain't the album yet
This just for fun, so I wouldn't have to stress
They underestimate, they think that I'm not a threat
They see me winning, and they all like "not again"
I'm younger than y'all, but I'm still making bigger moves
Funny how they would still hate being in my shoes
Keep the drum by my side like I'm a Rillaboom
I stick to my paper, like I'm made of sticky glue
How much I gotta drop just to prove to y'all that my raps ain't weak?
I don't chase the bag anymore, my nigga, I let the bag chase me
At least that's all I know like I'm Rich The Kid, Stunna 4 Vegas, and CashAP
So they all tryna get like me, just like they Bhad Bhabie, I been up for the last eight weeks
Hustlin', rappin, ouu!