"Actin' Dumb" lyrics
Ayy
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, niggas' dumb, they ain't really actin' dumb
Mr. Jackson, not Michael, bitch it's action
I was smoking that stank, nigga, don't ask me where it's from
I just left the bank, I was at the teller with my gun
Swipe the card and then put 50K, didn't have to tell her nothin'
I can't have you in my business, bae, no, I won't tell you nothin'
Before I tell a lie, I would rather tell you nothin'
Panties to the side for me, baby, and don't run
She that same non dick suckin' bitch that I wouldn't stun
Bad bitch make my dick stand up, attention
I bet that bitch ain't faithful, my lil' young shit was too playful
Say, "Fuck the label"
Fuck with Backdoor, it get fatal
Your bitch hate you
She was just here, I gave her facial
Send her out there to go get that pape' too, I can't enable
It's not a fable, my brother crossed me, Caine and Abel
If only they knew they don't really love us, this shit racial
Stupid-ass nigga thought I went Maybach just to race you
I send a bitch to make some great food and then erase you
Forbes lister, call me Mr. Sonny Backdoor Lister
Backdoor Tiny Lister
Fucked her, then dismissed her
I don't give a fuck they sisters
I'm cold as fucking winter
The tongue twist kicker
Player, I convinced her
Mr. Prime Minister
Licked her, plus you kissed her
How the fuck can you miss her?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, cool mellow fellow
Wockhardt, not Mellow Yellow
Doctor, need some Percocet's
Just a street nigga from the ghetto
Hold a chop stick like a cello
When he bop out, he say, "Hello"
I'm dunn dunn like Shawty Lo
This bitch a dumb, dumb, for sure, four
Dumb, dumb bitch
Don't you feel dumb, bitch?
Can't finesse the Don, bitch
Hangin' out with the convicts
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, niggas' dumb, they ain't really actin' dumb
Mr. Jackson, not Michael, bitch it's action
I was smoking that stank, nigga, don't ask me where it's from
I just left the bank, I was at the teller with my gun
Swipe the card and then put 50K, didn't have to tell her nothin'
I can't have you in my business, bae, no, I won't tell you nothin' (Nothin')
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, niggas' dumb, they ain't really actin' dumb
Mr. Jackson, not Michael, bitch it's action
I was smoking that stank, nigga, don't ask me where it's from
I just left the bank, I was at the teller with my gun
Swipe the card and then put 50K, didn't have to tell her nothin'
I can't have you in my business, bae, no, I won't tell you nothin'
Before I tell a lie, I would rather tell you nothin'
Panties to the side for me, baby, and don't run
She that same non dick suckin' bitch that I wouldn't stun
Bad bitch make my dick stand up, attention
I bet that bitch ain't faithful, my lil' young shit was too playful
Say, "Fuck the label"
Fuck with Backdoor, it get fatal
Your bitch hate you
She was just here, I gave her facial
Send her out there to go get that pape' too, I can't enable
It's not a fable, my brother crossed me, Caine and Abel
If only they knew they don't really love us, this shit racial
Stupid-ass nigga thought I went Maybach just to race you
I send a bitch to make some great food and then erase you
Forbes lister, call me Mr. Sonny Backdoor Lister
Backdoor Tiny Lister
Fucked her, then dismissed her
I don't give a fuck they sisters
I'm cold as fucking winter
The tongue twist kicker
Player, I convinced her
Mr. Prime Minister
Licked her, plus you kissed her
How the fuck can you miss her?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, cool mellow fellow
Wockhardt, not Mellow Yellow
Doctor, need some Percocet's
Just a street nigga from the ghetto
Hold a chop stick like a cello
When he bop out, he say, "Hello"
I'm dunn dunn like Shawty Lo
This bitch a dumb, dumb, for sure, four
Dumb, dumb bitch
Don't you feel dumb, bitch?
Can't finesse the Don, bitch
Hangin' out with the convicts
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, niggas' dumb, they ain't really actin' dumb
Mr. Jackson, not Michael, bitch it's action
I was smoking that stank, nigga, don't ask me where it's from
I just left the bank, I was at the teller with my gun
Swipe the card and then put 50K, didn't have to tell her nothin'
I can't have you in my business, bae, no, I won't tell you nothin' (Nothin')
Writer(s): Justin Trayle Bell
