Tyler
Stupid
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Xan in my drink, uh, it got me goin' stupid
Look at my whip, yeah, my car roofless
Keep the Glocks and we get to shootin’
Pull out the racks, left the bitch clueless
Pull out the racks, left the bitch clueless
She said "how you get that?" just know I do this, yeah
Just know I get the racks like it was a profession, yeah
Pull up with the Glock on me lil' boy we ain't wrestling, yeah
Gave that bitch dick, she from Texas, yeah
Bitch I’m off the molly, so I'm restless
High as fuck, yeah, sippin' on H-Town
Keep a Glock when I'm in my town
Pull up on us and it can go down
Like a Ferris Wheel, yeah, rounds on rounds
Yeah, pounds on pounds, yeah I'm a dealer
Uh, rob the plug, yeah you know that I'm a stealer
And I'm in the field, bitch, like I'm a stealer
And I could never be caught in no Fila’s
Fuck that bitch, don’t care about her feelings
Too many options, yeah, all these girls feel me
Wait, yeah, I fucked up on that bitch yesterday
Now you telling me that she's your bae today
That bitch is a hoe, swear to god she could never be my bae
Feel like Tony Hawk, cause I’m on my grind but I don't skate
I am no Nintendo Switch, yeah, cause I do not play
I am not playing no games
You ain't got guns, you play GTA
I got shooters who live in the A
I got shooters who live in LA
No matter where you live, stay in your own lane
I can get you killed like any day
I can get you killed like any day
I can get you killed like anyway
Not that I care like, anyway
Yeah I'm out here with like 50K
Yeah, got the K right in my bank