Gudda Gudda

Gudda Gudda - Stupid feat Flow lyrics

rate me

Ok, you ain’t talking bout money, you ain’t talking bout nothing

Hammer cock back cause these niggas be fronting

Like trash I be dumping, niggas talking reckless on the record when I see them

And it ain’t about nothing

East side coming, better start running, 4 walked down and your girl make a running

Make her sick the dick till she vomit

Man I promise I’ma shoot off in her mouth like a comet

Niggas don’t want it, murder my opponents

Hoe/bitch shit I never with the Donnie

I’m living for my life I live it for the moment

Pop one, pop 2, now a nigga straight zoning

Walking up the block with my hand on the heater

Other hand gripping on a bad seniorita

This 8 o flow cold, I say I got fever

Treat the beat like a bad bitch, I’ma beat it

Live and I weave it, left hook, right hook, jab I defeat it

Boy I’m a committer, don’t fuck with stank hoes, I’ma fuck divas

Black or the red bones, I don’t fuck skizzers

Niggas talk stupid, I’ma mute and delete them

Mutilate a nigga then I move out the reason

Half black half puertorican, long hair, don’t care, fresher than a deacon

I go stupid, stupid, dumb, ham

I go stupid, stupid, dumb, ham

Machiaveli, illuminati, I’m high as fuck,

Who can find me, my weed strong, do pilates

Do a drive by, up in 2 bugatti

I ain’t tripping, no roots behind me, fuck around, you can loose your mind me

All my niggas got iPhones, if I can’t find you, I’m using Siri, bow

Just got a tully from Gudda, I’m so raw, I should really use a rubber

Kill you, they find you, banana up your ass, so 40 motherfucker

Gudda, what they gonn do with a nigga, I’ma fuck around and kill 2 of these niggas

La clippers, like blake Griffith, I’m throw a bomb, let it boom on them niggas

Light the blunt, hit the kush, dumb ass hoes get beat with books

Run up, kill your part, and your bitch ass didn’t even look

I’m young money, come rob me, got a red flag like yg

Run upon me, 2 letters pow, ow, iv

I’ma smoke this whole 7 then go skateboard at errin

Bitch I’m harder than the devil my name should be devin

Loyalty amongst thievers, lat

And don’t blame me, I got these zam balls from derrick

I go stupid, stupid, dumb, ham

I go stupid, stupid, dumb, ham

I go stupid, stupid, dumb, ham

I go stupid, stupid, dumb, ham.

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