Play Boy Nick - Stupid lyrics

[Hook (2x): 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!) [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] Trapping since yay-high, yes, Flocka stay fly Waka Flocka Flame stay rolling off the bangs Off-yellow dope, call that sh** off-base 12 kicked my door, that's another f**ing 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 f** 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 (2x): 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!) [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 atomic guns I'm out here, 'bout to buy me one, these n***as 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 bl**job 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 (2x): 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!) [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 sh**