Stupid Freestyle Songtext
von $tupid Young

Nobody know you in your section but your name don′t ring a bell
City by the sea where them Asians causin' hell
My nigga got locked, they want too much for the bail
In order to be a boss, you gotta take a couple L′s
Opps think they gas up, so he gon' get a shell
Shooter this, shooter that, nigga, we can't tell
Came from the gutter, nowadays I′m doin′ well
Brodie said he got a drop, can't say it on his cell
All up in they section with a glizzy on my hip
Semi-automatic make a nigga do a flip


Way before corona, niggas been in the crib
Niggas talkin′ out they lip but they ain't never killed shit
Heard the opps rappin′, hope them niggas blow up
When they do a show, I'll be the first one to show up
You the type to hit the county jail and roll up
Two fingers with a thumb, nigga, what I throw up
Brought my nigga on a mission ′cause he got a nice aim
Nigga, we be shootin' like a motherfuckin' dice game
You the type of nigga, get some fame and you might change
All I really wanted was a Rollie and a nice chain

All this street shit ain′t nothin′ new to me
They sendin' threats, talkin′ 'bout what they gon′ do to me
I got a forty, dare a nigga touch my jewelry
How y'all gangbang in gated communities?
Lil′ nigga probably never touched a hundred bands
I know that he down, he a motherfuckin' fan
You see a cape but who you kill, I don't understand
Air it out, watch them niggas do the runnin′ man
And fuck rap, I′ll die for all this real shit
Ain't talkin′ school, but a nigga took some field trips


You better watch all them niggas who you chill with
Go 'head and try to press my buttons, nigga, that′s a killswitch
Yeah, I heard them diss songs, I ain't feelin′ them
Niggas mad I'm in my bag, plus I'm killin′ them
You better start duckin′ low if you chill with them
I'm throwin′ up Crip like I'm Tookie Williams
Every time we in the club, you already know we sticked up
Ain′t worried 'bout nothin′ 'cause we got the blick tucked
I told my nigga, "Eyes open, don't you slip up"
Got this bitch in my section and she tryna flick up

Why these niggas always rappin′ what they not ′bout?
That boy disappeared every time we hopped out
Niggas scatter like roaches when we pop out
Exposed to gangster shit when I was at my pops house
All my uncles from the hood, they showed me the ropes
Raised around them Asian locs, you already know them my folks
Givin' out cancer if you say you want smoke
Opp joke, neck bangin′, plus them niggas really broke
Gotta mention Young when you talkin' ′bout the Coast
Real nigga Hummer, I don't like to brag or boast

Watch the news, if he die, we gon′ have a toast
In my hood, I'm like the Pope 'cause I give my niggas hope
Seen real niggas lose it all smokin′ dope
I lost some niggas, felt the pain and I couldn′t cope
Throwin' up the A while I′m slidin' with the pole
When shit hit the fan, tell me who really gon′ go, huh?