Stupid Thot lyrics

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Me and Paypal ridin' in that f*ckin' coupe
Finna hit a stain 'cause there ain't nun' else to do
b*tch gon' give me brain 'cause ain't nun' else to do
Shoot 'em in his face, he talkin' down on the crew
I walk in Saks Fifth for a shirt and some shoes
I just made a band, I'm finna spend it on a dude
Just to get him hit, have his ass on the news
And I'ma beat the case, I'ma do the f*ckin' race
Free lil' Tay-K, rob a n*gga for his lace
b*tch, I'm strapped up like the army
I cannot love that hoe, b*tch, I ain't no prince charming
Shoot a n*gga early in the morning
Finesse his Glock, finesse his bag while he yawning
.45, bulldog, have him runnin'
b*tch my diamonds shine and yeah they stunning
I'm all ears if that sh*t is 'bout the money
Shoot him in his Kevin Hart, he thinks its funny
Sippin' on this dark, but my chain sunny
Aye, hop out the coupe just like a bunny
And if you with that extra sh*t my n*ggas with that extra sh*t
My b*tch bad, yeah you know that hoe is f*ckin' heaven sent
Poppin' tags but I cannot buy that stupid thot sh*t
Spend a bag just to get a pus*y f*ckin' opp hit
Finesse yo bag, boy that ain't yo sh*t, you know that's my sh*t
CJ in the cut, he'll take a n*gga down quick
If I don't got my popper, I use my f*ckin' hands b*tch
Fold him like a sandwich
Glock, that's why my hands itch
Clammy with the sh*ts, but I know that boy ain't on sh*t
Did it by myself cause nobody ever loaned sh*t
Stop texting me, I do not wanna be on yo' song b*tch
My b*tch a model, yeah, I'm ridin' round with a known b*tch