Go Stupid – English Lyrics

• By: Polo G, Stunna 4 Vegas, NLE Choppa

Lyrics & Translation

Dive into the raw energy of "Go Stupid," a powerful collaboration that's perfect for honing your English language skills. Through its high-octane lyrics and defiant narrative, you'll pick up modern slang and expressions, understand themes of ambition and overcoming adversity, and appreciate the distinct styles of three rising rap stars. The song's rhythmic flow and impactful storytelling make it a memorable way to engage with contemporary English.

[English]

(school bell ringing)

(indistinct voices)

(car engine revving)

(deep hip-hop music)

♪ Ayy ♪

♪ Gang, gang, gang ♪ ♪ Mike will made it ♪

♪ Lil Capalot, ha ♪

♪ Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up ♪

♪ Hit the strip after school ♪

♪ Couldn't wait 'til I got outta class ♪

♪ Used to stare at the clock and shit ♪

♪ Before all this rap shit I was gang-bangin' ♪

♪ And doin' high-speeds on the cops and shit ♪

♪ And I'm straight from the Chi' ♪

♪ But I ball like a king up in Cali' ♪

♪ And shoot like Stojaković ♪

♪ Keep applying that pressure, I go on the run ♪

♪ It ain't no lettin' up, ain't no stoppin' it ♪

♪ Had to tell my lil brother to chill ♪

♪ Gotta stay in the house ♪

♪ Come outside, he be poppin' shit ♪

♪ You ain't heard about us ♪

♪ Well, you need to go watch the news ♪

♪ Niggas know we be droppin' shit ♪

♪ Got the feds on my ass in the hood ♪

♪ 'Cause they think I'm the one ♪

♪ Who been buyin' them Glocks and shit ♪

♪ I'm just focused on music ♪

♪ They say my last tape was a classic ♪

♪ But I got some hotter shit ♪

♪ I be rockin' a show, or if I'm not up in the stu' ♪

♪ Then I'm fuckin' this cash off ♪

♪ Don't you know Polo G, skinny-tall with the dreads ♪

♪ That lil nigga be rappin' his ass off ♪

♪ Yeah, I heard she got surgery ♪

♪ Still wanna climb from the back ♪

♪ Just to see if her ass soft ♪

♪ Go like Harden, with rockets we blast off ♪

♪ Tried to throw us some bullets but we made 'em fumble ♪

♪ Like now you ain't gettin' that pass off ♪

♪ Spin the 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 gon' be RIP once your ass caught ♪

♪ He like frontin', we knockin' his cap off ♪

♪ Nother day, a new chain on or a MAC bought ♪

♪ All this ice got me freezin' like Jack Frost ♪

♪ That boy a bitch, that's his dad fault ♪

♪ If you play, then you late, we could crash out ♪

♪ When I up in his shit, bet it's man down ♪

♪ In BOA pullin' them bands out ♪

♪ DOA, bitch, I get your mans out ♪

♪ A rockstar from the block, I stand out ♪

♪ Came from nothin', I fuck my advance up ♪

♪ When I hit the game with my flow, niggas ran off ♪

♪ Fuck it, I'm not your average Joe ♪

♪ When I leave the house I tuck it ♪

♪ I'm rich, I don't shop on no budget ♪

♪ He clutchin', my lil youngin want him a bucket ♪

♪ I hop on this bitch and run it ♪

♪ If I said it, I seen it or done it ♪

♪ These lil niggas never robbed nobody, ain't caught no body ♪

♪ And ain't gettin' no money ♪

♪ Where I'm from it's sports or gunplay ♪

♪ We looked up to the killers and dealers ♪

♪ But even them niggas won't make it out one day ♪

♪ Before my first M, I been had hood fame ♪

♪ Took off like I was on the runway ♪

♪ I'm a star but still post on the one way ♪

♪ Them niggas talk but they won't play ♪

♪ We let them guns sing like the choir on Sunday ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Hop on the scene and I'm thuggin' ♪

♪ That Glock on my hip, so you know that I'm clutchin' ♪

♪ Catch me a opp, I'ma down him in public ♪

♪ Police keep askin', I'm changin' the subject ♪

♪ The way I grew up, man, a nigga was workin' ♪

♪ Why the fuck you got a gun you not gonna bust it ♪

♪ And a hundred some' shots, I ain't doin' no tussin' ♪

♪ Givin' niggas temptation like he David Ruffin ♪

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

♪ But I love wrappin' them bodies and shit ♪

♪ Fucked a bitch and when I get done ♪

♪ I'ma up my Glock and then rob the bitch ♪

♪ Catch a nigga when he clock out ♪

♪ I'ma get him wacked at his job and shit ♪

♪ And I don't know why the police keep fuckin' with me ♪

♪ 'Cause they ain't stoppin' shit, yeah ♪

♪ Spin on your block like a remix ♪

♪ Shoot him in the face, get his teeth lit ♪

♪ Extended clip like a broomstick ♪

♪ Shoot a flick like Netflix ♪

♪ Scratch a opp off the check-list ♪

♪ I just bought a gun off Craigslist ♪

♪ Shoot a opp in his brain, I'm leavin' a stain ♪

♪ Only thing you see is red shit ♪

♪ If the police behind, we kick dust ♪

♪ My gun need some drawers, it got nuts ♪

♪ Whole gang we strapped, don't test us ♪

♪ If a nigga play he gon' get bust, yeah ♪

♪ NLE the top shotta ♪

♪ Don dada, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪