Stupid & Crazy lyrics

[Intro: YN Jay]
Ah, what the f*ck
Ayy, this b*tch stupid
Ayy, she crazy
Ayy, this lil' b*tch—

[Verse 1: YN Jay]
This b*tch stupid, damn, this b*tch crazy
Ha, this b*tch wanna have my baby
Ha, this b*tch stupid, damn, is you drunk or somethin'?
She keep rubbin' on my, you wanna f*ck or somethin'?
Hold on, b*tch, alright
Yeah, they don't wonder what I be
They don't wonder without the yum-yum sauce, Hibachi
This b*tch make me mad, but you wanna be my baby mama
Drivin' fast in the coupe, they think they seen a Maserati
This b*tch bad, she gotta body, ayy, body-ody-ody
I'm in the streets, don't worry about me, b*tch bustin' like piñata
I do this sh*t because I got it, don't say sh*t, b*tch, nada
Yeah, not a damn thing
Oh, you got jewelry in the club? That's your man's chain
I got a gun on my hip, it's where my pants hang
Get your umbrella in the club, it's finna damn rain

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
(Phew, huh)
Shoot a n*gga in his sh*t, tear his face up (Fah)
n*ggas still sippin' lines, we pour eights up (Pour eights, n*gga)
I do sixes on the roads, total rafe up (Skrrt)
Ain't goin' back and forth with no n*gga got his chain took (He a pus*y)
Richest n*gga on the 6, got my own cheese (Yeah)
Makin' thirty every time when my phone ring (Yeah, hello?)
p*ssin' game on the wood, not the nosebleed (Uh-huh)
Hundred round clip in that chop' like a long sleeve (b*tch)
n*gga, f*ck the rap game, ain't no street code (Nah)
Ain't gotta read the paperwork, we know he told
It's ten dog sh*t with Johnny Dang, got my teeth froze (Fifty racks)
Big back, step on all the ice until my feet cold (sh*t)
n*ggas lyin' in them songs, you the cap type (Cap)
Shoot a goofy in his head, knock his cap right (Grrah)
I'm gettin' tired of sippin' Tris', where the Act' pints? (n*gga, where the Act'?)
Multi million-dollar n*gga 'cause I stack right (Big Ice)