Gucci Mane ft. Cam’ron, Lil Wayne - Stupid Wild Lyrics

Oh, oh
Gucci! Whats happenin'
Gucci! Burr, burr, burr

On fire, you say you more fire then nigga you a lie
Homie you and I, know the trooper
That's between you and I
Stupid jewelry on me then
Stupid jewelry on me now
If you think you finna shit on Gucci
Then just show me how
Someone dis me yesterday
What I'm 'posed to do, go cry?
With my money chasin' million dollar mission on the side
Just a chicken in my Lambo'
Bought two drumsticks and a thigh
I'm so hood right now
Of course switchin' gears while getting high
Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild
Homie that's my style
Girls fightin'
Hoes fish fightin'
Just to touch my tie
Get smart, smart
I ain't been this hard in a while
Blow cho chaw
I ain't been this hard in a while

Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild
Homie that's my style
Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild
Homie that's my style
Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild
Homie that's my style
Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild
Homie that's my style
Every single night I'm ballin',
Sippin' on that drank, rims crawlin'
Mostly every night I'm countin', countin',
Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin'
Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin'

Wilder than a jaguar
Wilin' in a Jaguar
Please don't play with me
I'll put that pistol on your grandpa
I swear I'm so wild
I think I just may need a zan' bar
And if she on my team
I bet that bitch know who she playin' for
Mr. Coach Carter
Or Mr. Go Harder
And I like my kush dry
Like a fish with no water
Swagger stupid perfect
I might as well surf it
And if she ain't fucking
She get the voice mail service
Tell it like it be
Bitch I do it for the bloods
And every fucking time I say
"Soo woop" it's for the bloods
With you just like I love
I do it like I does
And if you wanna fight
Then come on you can fight my guns haha
Weezy man, young money

Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild
Homie that's my style
Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild
Homie that's my style
Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild
Homie that's my style
Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild
Homie that's my style
Every single night I'm ballin'
Sippin' on that drank, rims crawlin'
Mostly every night I'm countin', countin',
Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin'
Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin'

Let's do the furs, his and hers
Started gettin' on my nerves so I hit her with a "Burr!"
Hustlers love me, all the haters hate me
They brothers wanna fight me
They sisters wanna date me
I tell her bless it baby
You could be my bust it baby
But stay in your place, I need my space
Don't suffocate me, please
Back black approach us
Clack clack gats in holsters
Cops in black control us
Treat us like rats and roaches
But the blue Benz
Got the blue lamps
And your wifey
Well we use her for her food stamps
Ain't no big deal
But she keep the fridge filled
Eggs scrambled, cheese, grilled, cold juice and grits kill!
Don't forget veal
Italiano, Gallardo
Yea the big wheels
Like milk ya wig spilled
We'll rush in ya spot
Knock knock, snuff of the glock
It Gucci turn, huh?, You gon' suck it or not?

Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild
Homie that's my style
Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild
Homie that's my style
Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild
Homie that's my style
Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild
Homie that's my style
Every single night I'm ballin'
Sippin' on that drank, rims crawlin'
Mostly every night I'm countin', countin',
Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin'
Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin'

Bitches wanna fuck me, mainly
Cause I got the cash and I'm famous
I'm tryin to hold my head above water, water
Stack a million cash I just oughta, oughta
My chain cost a stack cause I'm Gucci
My wardrobe Gucci'd out like I'm boosting
I shine this all the time
Ya homie shine, shine
Wanna hate then get a ticket and join the line? Fine
It's Gucci