Hurt - Stupid lyrics

[Hook: Tity Boi] I got a stupid sack With a lot of Os And when I pull up I'm with a lot of hoes I got a bankroll Stupid bankroll I got a bankroll Stupid bankroll I got a stupid sack With a lot of Os And when I pull up I'm with a lot of hoes I got a bankroll Stupid bankroll I got a bankroll Stupid bankroll [Verse 1: Tity Boi] Anythang goes I'm from the Southside I got a stupid b**h In my stupid ride Yeah, I'm stupid wit' it Cause I stupid get it Shorty your car too small, have to stoop in it Stupid kicks I got a stupid wrist Duffle Bag Boys, a.k.a. the Stupid Clique Stupid this Stupid that Smokin' on that strong, call it a stupid pack And this a stupid summer And I'm stupid stuntin' The way I move weight, call me Ruben Studdard One stupid man Two stupid chains Three for the dope Four for the brain And she got stupid brain I mean, stupid brain! I took her to the mall And bought her everythang I bought her stupid Prada I bought her stupid Louis Everytime you see me I be stupid fruity [Hook] [Verse 2: Oj Da Juiceman] Stupid cars, stupid hoes Damn I'm livin' stupid, dawg VVS diamonds same color London fog London fog? Hell yeah! Your b**h say she swallow balls Pinky ring stupid big like I play some basketball Football in the street Hell naw, I'm in the street Stupid color chain, diamonds look like Tweety tweet Pull up to the club and the coupe on them Shaq feet Trap goin' ham, bricks runnin' like a track meet Young Juiceman and that stupid just attract me Bouldercrest workin' and my motors in the back seat Sun Valley workin' and my motors in the back seat Tity, Juice and Dolla: all we do is stack cheese [Hook] [Verse 3: Dolla Boy] Came from the block where I used to be the middleman Now I'm on the late flight, catch me in the business cla** n***as talkin' that bullsh**? You better handle your business, fam Hit 'em with the semis and Never leave no witnesses We don't need no witnesses All about them dividends Last n***a who tried me? You can't ask me what I did for him Thousand grams of hard got my country boys comin' in Hope they buy it all; if not, what I'm gon' do with this? Duffle Bag, ho Everything counts We stay gettin' money What the f** are you about? They know we got that stupid clout Southside don't do a drought I-16 with them things, I got a stupid route [Hook]