Go Stupid (Explicit) - Polo G/Stunna 4 Vegas/NLE Choppa/Mike Will Made-It

Lyrics by：Taurus Bartlett/Michael Williams/BryTavious Chambers/Khalick Caldwell/Bryson Potts

Composed by：Taurus Bartlett/Michael Williams/BryTavious Chambers/Khalick Caldwell/Bryson Potts

Polo G/Lil Juice：

Ayy

Gang gang gang gang

Mike WiLL Made-It

Lil' Capalot b***h ha

Tay Keith f**k these n***as up

Polo G/Stunna 4 Vegas：

Hit this jug by the school couldn't wait 'til I got out of class

Used to stare at the clock and s**t

Before all of this rap s**t I was gangbangin'

And doin' highspeeds on the cops and s**t

And I'm straight from the Chi' but I ball like king

Up in Cali' and shoot like Stojaković

Keep applyin' the pressure I go on the run

And it ain't no lettin' it up ain't no stoppin' this

Had to tell my little brother to chill gotta stay in the house

Come outside he be poppin' s**t

You ain't heard about us well you need to go watch the news

N***as know we be dropping s**t

Got the feds on my a*s in the hood

'Cause they think I'm the one who been buyin' them Glocks and s**t

I'm just focusin' on music

They say my last tape was a classic but I got some hotter s**t

Hotter s**t

Might be rocking a show if I'm not up the stu'

Then I'm f**king this cash out

Don't you know Polo G Skinny tall with the dreads

That lil' n***a be rappin' his a*s off

Yeah I heard she got surgery

Still wanna clap from the back just to see if her a*s soft

Go like Harden with Rockets we blast off

Tried to throw us some bullets but we made them fumble

Now you ain't getting that pass out

Finna block now I'm takin' my mask off

Hit the gas like we racin' speed off in them foreigns

And leave tire marks on the asphalt

It's gonna be R.I.P. once your a*s caught

He like front we knockin his cap off

Another day another chain or a mac bowl

All this ice got me freezin' like Jack Frost

4X

Stunna 4 Vegas：

That boy a b***h that's his dad fault

If you play then you late we can crash out

Let's go

When I'm up in his s**t bet his man down

Ooh

In B.O.A. I'm pullin' them bands out

Cap

D.O.A. b***h I catch your man off

A rockstar from the block I stand out

Came from nothing I fought my advance off

When I hit the game with my floor n***as ran out f**k it

No cap

I'm not your average Joe

When I leave the house I tuck it

I'm rich I don't shop with no budget he clutchin

My little youngin want him a bucket

I hop on his b***h and run it

Uh

If I said it I seen it and done it

Uh uh

These lil' n***as never rob nobody

Ain't caught nobody and ain't getting no money

Cap

Where I'm from it's sport to gunplay

We adopt to the killer and dealers

But even them n***as won't make it out one day

I pop my first xan I been had hood fame

Yeah

Took off like I was on the runway

I'm a star but still post on the runway

Them n***as talk but don't want play

We let them descent like the choir on Sunday

NLE Choppa：

Yeah yeah

Hop on this scene and I'm thuggin'

Big Glock on my hip so you know that I'm clutchin'

Catch me an opp I'ma down him in public

The police keep askin' I'm changin' the subject

Know where I grew up man a n***a was rugged

Why the f**k you got a gun you not gonna bust it

And the hundred round shots I ain't doin' no tussin'

Give a n***a temptations like he David Ruffin

I ain't gon' cap I don't even like rappin'

But I love wrappin' them bodies and s**t

F**ked the b***h and when I get done

I'ma up my Glock and then rob the b***h

Catch a n***a when he clock out

I'ma get him wacked at his job and s**t

And I don't know why the police keep f**king with me

'Cause they ain't stoppin' s**t yeah

Spin on your block like a remix

Shoot him in the face get his teeth licked

Extended clip like a broomstick

Shoot a flick like Netflix

Scratch an opp off the checklist

I just bought a gun off Craiglist

Shoot and opp in the brain I'm leavin' the stain

Only thing you see is red s**t

If the police behind we keep duckin'

My gun need some draws he got nothin'

Whole gang we strapped don't test us

If a n***a need play he gon' get bust yeah

NLE the Top Shotta don dada

Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda

NLE Choppa：

Yeah yeah yeah yeah