Mari Da Goat - Go Stupid (feat. Marley Jet) [Remix]

Marley
Mari
Let’s go
Yeah
Uhh
Aye I know a youngin who merc for them dollars, cause money just all that he care about
And he the type nigga if you try to play him fuck around shoot up yo parents house
And I know a shorty who set niggas up by making em send us they whereabouts
And as soon as lil shorty text back with the addy my youngin gon pull up and air it out
Them chopsticks turn lil bro into sushi just like he ordered sum carry out
He saw what we did to lil bro on the news so you know he be acting all scary now
He got on a vest, them .223 bullets gon test it I bet they gon wear it out
It's so many clips you gon think it’s a movie when we get to shooting like paramount
You probably gon think lil bro was a janitor when he bounce out with that mopstick
And they killed my dog, so I'm upping the score by myself bitch I gotta go John wick
You niggas not fucking with me on the rap side, I got more bars than a convict
Them hollows they hit like a drop kick
My niggas be kicking in doors wit they mask on, so ain’t no need for no lock pick
My 45 really do talk shit
Got grip on the mac when we slide to yo block, so they wondering how I still drop shit
My niggas be serving that hot shit
A tester'll get yo whole block hipped
They say me and Marley a flight risk
Cause we get too lit in the cockpit
Watch we gon pull up and pop shit
And now yo whole block getting taped off
Lowkey it might look like we crop shit
The tooly just took his whole face off
Red was all over his outfit
But the boy ain’t get hit with no paintball
I swear that you niggas ain’t bout shit
And a nigga just took yo whole chain off
Yeah I just copped a new glizzy, flex wit the extra attachments
Me and my niggas get busy, pop out we catching him lackin
I spray this bitch till it’s empty, 50 clip letting him have it
I just went 50 for 50 look like I’m padding my average
Look like they closing the casket, every time me and my brothas slide
Merc him then fuck on his sister, I call that shit double homicide
Now his whole face looking fucked up, that’s the type shit make his mama cry
The nigga got hit in December, the heat made em feel like it’s summer in wintertime
My niggas gon make sure that nigga die
You know I hang with the steppas
This ice on my wrist about cold as a bitch
Feel like it’s changing the weather
You down at the crib, bout broke as it get
While I’m out making this cheddar
Barely got shit but spend dough on a bitch
That shit ain’t making it better
Copped a new chain ima flexer
This ice on my neck looking crystal clear
If it’s bout cheese the I go get the Mac
But I stay with that tech like an engineer
Niggas switched up when I hopped in my bag
So I stay to my self cause these niggas weird
And he tried to flex on the net and go flex with a check
But I guess that it disappeared
And it’s back to Lil Jet and I’m switching gears
Hit his bitch from the back make em shed a tear
And I ball on these niggas like every year
I be stepping on necks like every day
Man you niggas be sweet like a piece of cake
Man I’m sum like a blower, these niggas rakes
Man these niggas ain't fucking with me
I’m the hottest young nigga in my fucking city
Kicked that bitch to the curb, cause the head was okay
But the pussy was ran through and shitty
I ain’t cuffing these bitches, they love me for money and clout all these bitches be friendly
Got love for my brothers when I sign a deal, I swear that they all coming with me
Tell yo bitch to go google a nigga, it’s Marley the Jet, I'm on fire like a chimney

Written by:
Jamari Fields, Marcus Hutchinson

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