Stupid Again lyrics

[Intro: Conor McGregor]
I just wanna say from the bottom of me heart
I'd like to take this chance to apologize to absolutely nobody
The double champ does what the **** he wants

[Chorus]
Uh, woo, ayy
'Bout to go stupid again
She out the roof of the Benz
I'm 'bout to do her to get her
I'ma f*ck two of her friends
Just made a flip off the wop
f*ck the Franck Mueller, I jump out the jeweler again
I f*cked my money up on the re-up
But I got it right back and I blew it again
Uh, ayy

[Verse]
Bag full of bricks
Back sellin' Knicks like Ewing again
Trap ain't bump like this since '06, Soulja Boy sh*t, start you-in' again
Clear it out
Grrrr, stick 'em
Air it out
Brrrr, flip 'em
Whereabouts
I ain't never 'bout to give 'em
Fair amounts
I ain't never finna hit 'em with
Triple in it, double-up the stash, caught a brick
Another half, finna got another twenty on the vision
Spatula, flippin' it, a Caddy from the kitchen
I'ma hustle 'til the car came with another brick in it
Crib came with another b*tch in it
If you ain't gettin' litty with the sh*tty, I'ma put another b*tch in it
b*tch better hit me with deep throat (Oh)
And no, I ain't talkin' 'bout Michigan, ayy
Oh, uh, damn, sh*t
I'm goin' stupid and sh*t (Woo)
She play the flute with my di*k
Wrist, sick, I got the flu on a b*tch
I play it cool on a b*tch
Hit, stick, that's how I do on your b*tch (Uh)
What I'ma do in this b*tch
pus*y was great, flew out and flew in this b*tch
.40, shinin' and shinin'
Way in the hills, I'm high in the climate
n*ggas is trickin' and n*ggas is simpin'
Payin' for heels, and winin' and dinin'
Jewish lawyers on the phone call
I said I'ma sign that lil' sh*t when I sign it
I got these Benjamin Frank on my body
Ain't finna f*ck if this sh*t ain't exotic, woo
Ten trap phones 'cause the b*tch keep on callin'
Sleepin' on the floor, I be scammin', gettin' it all in
Do the money dance when the money fall
n*gga, f*ck my ex, I'm uninvolved
You can suck my di*k and lick a nut too (Woo)
Yeah, you don't like me, n*gga, f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you
(f*ck you, n*gga)
Damn, he runnin' through all his paper
That's what I do to a hater
Don't touch two things, my hair or my paper (Woo)
Passin' that b*tch and she hot
Pass her like hot potato
I grind, I skate her (Uh)
And she look good, I might date her
pus*y was good and I ate it
Lil' b*tch, I'm Bajan, woo
[Interlude]
Wait, hold the f*ck up, hold the f*ck up, hold up
So we both at the function, you know what I'm sayin'
You pull up with your b*tch in the 458
I pull up with my b*tch in the 488
You pull up beside my sh*t, like, "Yo, what's the difference between my 458 and your 488?"
'Bout like eighty to hundred thousand, c*ck sucker, beat it
Woo, ayy

[Chorus]
'Bout to go stupid again
She out the roof of the Benz
I'm 'bout to do it her to get her
I'ma f*ck two of her friends
Just made a flip off the wop
f*ck the Franck Mueller, I jump out the jeweler again
I f*cked my money up on the re-up
But I got it right back and I blew it again

[Outro]
Hahaha
We don't wanna hear no sucker sh*t after this sh*t either, n*gga
Know what I'm sayin'?
Oh, you worried 'bout your b*tch?
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, she's here
Know what I'm sayin'?
Oui, oui, parlez-vous français and all that good sh*t
Ha, straight off the runway in Paris, n*gga
Give ten f*cks about a b*tch