G.T. - Stupid Late lyrics

How life'd be if I went to school
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy it's GT, nigga
Ayy, yeah, ayy (Damn, 2Side)
Talk to 'em, ayy, ayy

I wonder how life'd be
If I just stayed in school  (I wonder)
Never picked up the tool  (For real)
Never started bangin' foo (For real)
I ain't with all that tough guy shit, nigga
Better play it cool (For real)
'Cause we tote fully automatics
You'll be breakin' news hrrt, hrrt
Sound when we slide on them fuck niggas
(That's the sound, that's the sound)
That's the sound when we slidin'
On them fuck niggas
Got crossed out by my kin, I got trust issues
(For real) and you can gеt it for my
Number if I fuck with you
(If I fuck with you)
Just made a play for a hundred
Thrеw on my white buffies (For real, ayy)
I'm sellin' tan 'cause that white
Shit make 'em feel funny (Hell naw)
He ran off, now he broke, man
I don't feel for him (For real)
Pussy-ass nigga should've got killed for it
How it's fifty racks with no ice in that?
(yeah)
Burr, got on my chains, ice attack (For real)
My face card hot, so now I gotta send a rack
That's another quarter million dollars when
She make it back
Told my girl stop stressin'
You just pray a nigga make it back
(Back, back) make it home with the pros
Chill for a minute, double back
(Double back, double back, ayy)
Ask Nun and Crunch
I was young as hell pumpin' crack (I was)
Sittin' in the spot all day
Until I sell my sack

Ayy, what you need? I can get you good dope
Straight crack
Good blow, good lean, good weed
Straight pack
A lil' nigga, big racks, Louis kicks
Prada hat
I came from nothing, all the haters
Really should be proud of that, yeah

First time I saw a million cash
It fucked up my mind (My mind)
I'm at the chicken house right now
I'm peekin' out the blinds
To cop from us is like a
Golden ticket you gotta find
And every nigga that you see me with
They got mob tie (For real)
It ain't on my mind if it ain't dollar sign
Walked straight in, straight to VIP
We don't stand in lines (For real)
If you worried 'bout me
Just know I'm doin' fine (Ayy, ayy)
Rest in peace my niggas
Let out all my niggas doin' time

Ayy, what you need? I can get you good dope
Straight crack
Good blow, good lean, good weed
Straight pack
A lil' nigga, big racks, Louis kicks
Prada hat i came from nothing
All the haters really should be proud of that
(Proud, proud of that, proud of that)