Stupid Ass Boy

[Intro: Unknown Phone Call]
'Cause look, check it out, homie, uh
I mean, I kinda know Lacy myself, you dig?
And, like, I know about, you know, the songs that you had- uh- wrote to her and put on on some CD, you know?
And check it out, and shit like that, you know?
I also understand, nigga, that you still have pictures of her on your Facebook, uh- you know what I mean, man? Shit like that
And I also understand, my nigga, that you and her have been split up for over ten years ago
I just wondered, you know what I mean? If you got bitches for every motherfuckin' day of the week, nigga
Then why the fuck you still got bitches- pictures of a bitch that you dated ten years ago, you dig?
So, uh- I know Lacy, I mean
I know her, likе, you know? If you f- feel what I'm gettin' at, homie?

[Verse 1]
Well, wеll, well, my, my, my
'Nother random-ass message from a random-ass guy
And I usually ignore 90% of my requests
But since I was in the truck and it popped up, I was like "I guess that I'll accept"
Yet, here comes a message from the dude two seconds later
Sayin' "say, my nigga, I'ma do you a favor
I'ma help you hook up with Lacy, 'cause I ain't no hater
And I ain't tryna knock your hustle, player"
Like, who this capper? "Nigga" that, "nigga" this
Tellin' me that I'm the wanna-be nigga now, like, what the shit?
And I'm tryna figure this shit out from the get
'Cause it's obvious that he has feelings for the chick
Yet he hasn't come clean that he's her man
Or whatever he thinks he is to her, but damn
It didn't take long for me to understand
Like, look, man, I really don't give a damn who you are
When you're contacting me on Facebook from afar
My life's drama-free and I keep it one hundred
Plenty women in my life and I ain't gotta wonder what they up to
You must got me fucked up, dude
Thinkin' I'm trippin' over her, hah, you can have her
While you the one over here sittin', gettin' madder
I just hooked up with two women today, so it don't matter

[Interlude 1: Unknown Phone Call]
Yeah, I'm her motherfuckin' boyfriend
That's me, I'm him, I'm that nigga
But I- look, check it out, why would I be fucked up about uh- somebody else's girlfriend?
Yeah, I'm livin' at her house, I'm the other motherfucker that I just talked about, I be that guy
But yeah, I'm him

[Hook]
Little stupid-ass boy, stupid-ass girl
Caught up in your little stupid-ass world
Like, "Ah naw, hell naw, this ain't me"
You're talkin' to an emcee and you don't want it from me
I'm keepin' T-R-U-E
Retards can't see the reality
So I'ma smack 'em in the face, when it is plain to see
That I live my life F-R-E-E
Little stupid-ass boy, stupid-ass girl
Caught up in your little stupid-ass world
Like, "Ah naw, hell naw, this ain't me"
You're talkin' to an emcee and you don't want it from me
I'm keepin' T-R-U-E
Retards can't see the reality
So I'ma smack 'em in the face, when it is plain to see
That I live my life F-R-E-E

[Interlude 2: Unknown Phone Call]
Why do you- I mean, come on
I don't- I don't know where you went to school or whatever, but, look, they taught me to read between the lines
They taught me motherfuckin' common goddamn sense
Check me out, I know how long you been talkin' to her
Since motherfuckin', like 11th to the 13th, alright?
We were golden, on th- those days

[Verse 2]
Those days, this days, doesn't matter which way
You comin' at me 'cause the girl didn't say that she had a man, it must've slipped her mind
Maybe if I go back through the messages, I'll find when she told me that shit
Nope, it ain't there
Sorry, brother, this another case of "No, I don't care"
'Cause you ain't gon' be the first, and you won't be the last
Every other day, I got a dude messagin' my ass
Sayin' "You talkin' to Ash?" "You talkin' to Sally?"
"You talkin' to Rachael?" "You talkin' to Ellie?"
It's just a player lifestyle, what you know about it?
So take your ass on with your hoe-ass poutin'
And enjoy the time you got motherfuckin' left
'Cause sooner or later, she gonna be with someone else
Might be David Phelps, might be someone else
But I won't be the one makin' a fool of myself
I'ma keep on movin', past days are over
No more trippin' on a bitch, I'm a soldier
Tru Lyricist, still spittin' shit cold, and
Backin' it up if you wanna come roll up
Hold up, how'd you get this track from me?
Why am I wastin' my time with the crash dummy?
I'ma end it, two verses, no more raps from me
'Cause you ain't worth a third verse, and that's facts, homie, what?

[Interlude 3: Unknown Phone Call]
I'm just fucked up about the whole situation
So, you ain't too fuckin' sharp-minded
Sounds like, to me, you're kinda fuckin' dumb as a motherfuckin' box of rocks, nigga
Because, let me tell you somethin', I ain't no bad motherfucker
But I ain't no bitch motherfucker, but I am a fast motherfucker and I ain't scared, motherfucker

[Hook]
Little stupid-ass boy, stupid-ass girl
Caught up in your little stupid-ass world
Like, "Ah naw, hell naw, this ain't me"
You're talkin' to an emcee and you don't want it from me
I'm keepin' T-R-U-E
Retards can't see the reality
So I'ma smack 'em in the face, when it is plain to see
That I live my life F-R-E-E
Little stupid-ass boy, stupid-ass girl
Caught up in your little stupid-ass world
Like, "Ah naw, hell naw, this ain't me"
You're talkin' to an emcee and you don't want it from me
I'm keepin' T-R-U-E
Retards can't see the reality
So I'ma smack 'em in the face, when it is plain to see
That I live my life F-R-E-E