Stuck up lyrics

[Verse]
Shut up, n*gga, and let me think
You can call me Da Vinci, or Van Gogh
I don't know, n*gga, just know I paint
Bro pourin’ in some sort of Faygo
I don't know, n*gga, just know it's drank
Big bro blowin’ on some sort of straino
I don't know, n*gga, just know it stank
I'm a stuck up n*gga, don't ask me why I can't link, just know I can't
You a f*ck up n*gga, you ain't even got to ask no question, to know I ain't
I know a klepto n*gga, on the west that be snatching up sh*t, and f*cking up links
I know a klepto n*gga that ain’t ever earned him no check, but will f*ck up a bank
You a punk ass, ho ass, square ass
I don’t know, n*gga, just know you lame, yeah
Joke ass n*gga be hating all over the 'net
I don’t know your name, yeah
Ho ass n*gga down bad, now he upset
I don't know your pain, yeah
Ho ass n*gga got messed up started throwing up sets
I don't know your gang
Tell me how in the f*ck can you claim we peers?
I can't even take your serious
Tell me how bro interrupted what these n*ggas been sayin’
The blicky just sent out periods
It's probably a four in the cup that's in brodie'nem hand
Lil' shorty, don't get too curious
I know a dough boy n*gga that stay in the trap
So the inside look luxurious
Pardon me, boy
If I call you a b*tch, just know I ain't talkin' about gender
I'm more so saying you faking it, boy
You sweet, more like Splenda
This iron on me is a shredder
Just like that n*gga who beat up Splinter
This iron on bro is a SCAR
Just like that n*gga who set up Simba
I ain't gonna' lie, if you think I'm up
Just wait 'til the payday hit
I ain't gonna' lie or make sh*t up
We don't even play they sh*t
I'm on the web right now tryna' play with my time
I'm shoppin' for LA trips
I'm on the web right now tryna' play with my, uh
I'm shoppin' for LA fits
I hop out the bed and hop on the mic
I'm sh*ttin' right off of the wake up
I hop out the bed, I'm goin' to work
I'm sippin' right off of the cake up
sh*ttin' on n*ggas is getting too easy
It's making it harder to stay up
sh*ttin' on n*ggas got way too easy
It's hard to f*ck my day up
You could be six foot, n*gga
Bet you're still gonna' fall up short
Lame ass n*gga couldn't ball on me if I threw him the rock on the court
All you n*ggas some broads to me
What the f*ck would I pop out for?
Keeping the heat like law to me
So I'm bringing the Glock out more
First rap check, got a brand new strap
'Cause I can't go out ironic
If boy pull up tryna' order me out
We bringing it out just like Sonic
If boy pull up then the, uh, gon' sing
I ain't talking about no Silk Sonic
These online n*ggas ain't getting no cheese
I ain't worried about no lil' comment