Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download, read the lyrics to “Westside Stupid” by Uce Lee & T.F. featuring ScHoolboy Q. The song was self-produced by Uce Lee.
Uce Lee & T.f. Westside Stupid
It’s just about to be summer. Regular activities might be irregular compared to the past but either way, TF and Uce Lee are preparing to soundtrack the months ahead. The pair are frequent collaborators with a trusted track record. With several records dropped just in recent months, they’ve slid through with a brand new banger alongside ScHoolboy Q, “Westside Stupid.” The bass knocks, as expected with a record that’s meant to celebrate L.A., as T.F. and ScHoolboy Q lay down the street code.
Some may recognize T.F. from his appearance on ScHoolboy Q’s Blank Face LP on “Tookie Knows.” The two have continued to work together alongside Traffic in the past on “Slidin.”
Uce Lee & T.F. – Westside Stupid (ft. ScHoolboy Q) (prod. Uce Lee)
Lyrics
[Intro]
What up, hoes?
Lee made this
[Verse 1]
I’m from the Westside
I can’t trust her if she lightskin
I keep a burner and a bubble on my nightstand
Yeah, it’s crazy how your wobble got you tied in
‘Cause your homies, they gon’ kill ya if you ride the Benz
Woah, with the dollars
I could’ve bought a Beamer but I had to go Impala
Yeah, this bitch a Nina but it’s rocking like a choppa
I call that Aquafina, pussy drippin’ like it’s water
Wait, look, ayy, ayy
I empty that [?] and I turn that to a bank
I’m talking ’bout, I’m talking ’bout that shoe wash, nigga
I remember in that county, yeah, I flip flop niggas
K5, LAX, I flew by niggas
To live and die in L.A, I feel like 2Pac, nigga
Look, I said I flew by niggas
Westside when we ride, I feel like 2Pac, nigga
[Chorus]
Bitch, I go Westside stupid (Bitch, I go Westside stupid)
Westside stupid (Westside stupid)
Bitch, I go Westside stupid (Bitch, I go Westside stupid)
Westside stupid (Westside stupid)
I’m from the Westside, what a best die
Who up next? Step up like your test fire
I’m from the Westside, throw your cents, ah
Nigga, we bustin’ checks, ah
[Verse 2]
That ain’t my gun, go stupid
All bred, my car look [?]
Suckin’ niggas out, we at the mall
My nigga need it all, you steady hittin’ the blocks
Hang on with them niggas, life settings, I give you death
Then you turn to 6ix9ine when you really should pay to laugh
Once I got put on, my nigga, I fell in love
Got this .38 snug, but you bragging about your plug
Holla that, T.F, he saved homies who’s in they feelings
So I pulled up to the set to save niggas who’s rollin’ bitches, huh
How we [?] in double lamps?
I would jump out to fit this into a Benz
I know we beefin’ enough, but I gotta win, ayy, yeah, brr
Big shit poppin’, floss ain’t got it
Bitch ass nigga slow been solid
Bitch gone, nigga, Fig side, knock it
[Chorus]
Bitch, I go Westside stupid (Bitch, I go Westside stupid)
Westside stupid (Westside stupid)
Bitch, I go Westside stupid (Bitch, I go Westside stupid)
Westside stupid (Westside stupid)
I’m from the Westside, what a best die
Who up next? Step up like your test fire
I’m from the Westside, throw your cents, ah
Nigga, we bustin’ checks, ah
