Waka Flocka Flame — Stupid

[Hook: Play Boy Nick] Bands in my pockets, bands on my tires Sharp-creased jeans, sharper than some barbed wires Bricks on the block, pills on the corner Marijuana coming in, straight from Arizona (stupid!) Bands in my pockets, bands on my tires Sharp-creased jeans, sharper than some barbed wires Bricks on the block, pills on the corner Marijuana coming in, straight from Arizona (stupid!) [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] Trapping since yay-high, yes, Flocka stay fly Waka Flocka Flame stay rolling off the beans Off-yellow dope, call that shit off-base 12 kicked my door, that's another fucking case Erase your whole face if you think 'bout robbing me Long, black dreads like my name was Bob Marley So many tats, you would think I ride a Harley Big Glock 40 if he try to harm me Don't need my big gun 'cause that ain't no army So many stacks, why the fuck you think it's storming? So Icey wet show, boy, let your check go Southside Riverdale, folk, where I lay my head, folk Flocka! [Hook: Play Boy Nick] Bands in my pockets, bands on my tires Sharp-creased jeans, sharper than some barbed wires Bricks on the block, pills on the corner Marijuana coming in, straight from Arizona (stupid!) Bands in my pockets, bands on my tires Sharp-creased jeans, sharper than some barbed wires Bricks on the block, pills on the corner Marijuana coming in, straight from Arizona (stupid!) [Verse 2: Slicmook] All right, I whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, down to get another one Gon' holler at my folks, gon' tell them we gon' need a hundred of them My hustle game phenomenal, you can can ask a hundred of them My swagger like atomic bomb, blowing up the dumb and dumb Stupid acting, bet I [?] some [?] with them Tommy guns I'm out here, 'bout to buy me one, these niggas don't know I'm foolish, huh? Especially on that cupid, huh? You feeling mighty stupid, huh? Why are you with that burner? Bet I'll beam you up to Jupiter [Verse 3: Play Boy Nick] I'm selling blow from nine to five, so you can call it my blowjob My dope is like my beat 'cause when it hit the street, it's straight drop Flava Flav wear the clock, but I be on the clock My stacks the same color and size as a cobra [Hook: Play Boy Nick] Bands in my pockets, bands on my tires Sharp-creased jeans, sharper than some barbed wires Bricks on the block, pills on the corner Marijuana coming in, straight from Arizona (stupid!) Bands in my pockets, bands on my tires Sharp-creased jeans, sharper than some barbed wires Bricks on the block, pills on the corner Marijuana coming in, straight from Arizona (stupid!) [Verse 4: Wooh da Kid] You can come try, you can come test But this Glock right here leaves a big mess So Icey Boys, we're swagging through your whole team Like Malcolm X, I'm getting bands by any means I got marching bands, in my pocket I think it's a battle, tell the drummer to stop it Don't need a plug, my CEO got bricks If my bands running low, I'm coming for your shit