More stupid sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
Aye, my speakers are only producing white noise now so
If you're buying this album on Bandcamp, all the money is going to new studio monitors for me (Yo! Tracey on the beat so its not nice!)
Gonorrhea

[Chorus]
Hey, hit a batch and do more stupid sh*t
Your b*tch, call me lil' ugly mane, that sh*t got me lugubrious
Ooo, b*tch, I'm dubious, I get this f*ckin' doobie lit
Sell you fake weed, have to call my brother louis whip

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm doin' drugs you've never heard of
Know your girlfriend hate me 'cause I only rap 'bout murder
Uh, but what we do does not concern her, if she keep on strеssing then just text me on a burnеr
Yo, I'm smokin' stupid, what's your f*ckin' problem?
Sorry dawg, I slipped and fell and somehow f*ckin' shot 'em
b*tch, I pull up, pull up, pull up but by then, he was a f*ckin' goner
See who tryna run up on me, dawg, you know I'm f*ckin' honoured
See my boy get home and his b*tch turn into nardwuar
I go easy on her, could you make it not hard
All these heaters always breathing like a sauna
Everything I dropped, the f*ckin' the sound of the summer

[Bridge]
Oh sh*t, man
I don't wanna hear what you gotta say 'bout me, what you gotta think about me
Nothin', man
I like joy and happiness and living my best life all the time
[Chorus]
Hey, hit a batch and do more stupid sh*t
Your b*tch, call me lil' ugly mane, that sh*t got me lugubrious
Ooo, b*tch, I'm dubious, I get this f*ckin' doobie lit
Sell you fake weed, have to call my brother louis whip

[Verse 2]
Yo, I'm tryna look like Ceres Fauna, uh
He just saw my bank account and left it with some trauma, uh
I feel bad for everyone who can't f*ck up a comma, uh
Thinkin' 'bout your money, and that sh*t gave me insomnia
Who can tell our haters? So I try to make it obvious
How I f*ckin' make a rack, you pus*y cannot copy it
Bro, I'm gettin' sloppy this sloppy inside a droptop benz
If you only hate me 'cause you really need a f*ckin' life (f*ckin' lonely)
f*ck, look I swear to God, step inside the function I'm J-Dilla with the chop
And when I wake up every day, I think all you rappers need to stop like
I'm getting sick of your slop, I'm sa-

[Outro]
This outro's so scary, man
(Yeah) It's so scary
It's almost as scary as the time I looked into the opps wallets
I peered in there and I saw nothing