"DUMB DUMB" lyrics
Classic
Yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Iced Up Records
Drank God, nigga
Hmm, hmm
Louis pants stuffed full of blues, look like a Roxy script, hmm
Got four bracelets on my arm, I got a sloppy wrist, hmm
Bought three Cullinans just to flex, I'm on some cocky shit
How the fuck you plan on goin' to war? Man, your opps be rich
Iced Up Records
I ride Davins, I ride Chaunceys, I ride Forgios, hmm
680 Maybach black and white, it look like Oreos, huh
I like poppin' Percs in mud, that's why we pourin' fours
Hit the show with pole all by myself with all my jewelry on
I ride the Ghost when I be high 'cause it got captain seats
Re-up'd the bag on Sunday night, I'm tryna trap this weed, huh
Bust it down, we in the city, and send it back OT
Big Glock hit him in his face, we tryna tap his cheek
Count three million up in cash like where my hands go?
We cooked the ice up in the lab, I felt like Bando
Spin the block, hop out on feet like what you ran for?
Good dog, yeah, you know it's him because it's tan dope
I like hundreds, I like fifties, yeah, that's blue and pinks
Got three Cubans around my neck, it cost me two a piece, haha
Gave lil' cuz a rack to hit him, he gon' shoot for cheap
White diamonds solitaire, my stones look like my jewelry bleached
Don't listen to that shit, they cappin'
Bitch, I was trappin' before I was rappin'
Purple diamonds with pink emeralds look like Actavis and salmon
Left the plug and went right back just 'cause the packages be slappin'
I got Tracky on six Davins, hit your hat for a lil' balance, hmm
Bitch, I'm talkin' munyun
High as fuck, I smoke on shift 'til I got one lung, huh
I be comfy in my hood, that's what I come from
You on the road for months, ain't made no pape'? Them niggas dumb-dumbs
Yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Iced Up Records
Drank God, nigga
Hmm, hmm
Louis pants stuffed full of blues, look like a Roxy script, hmm
Got four bracelets on my arm, I got a sloppy wrist, hmm
Bought three Cullinans just to flex, I'm on some cocky shit
How the fuck you plan on goin' to war? Man, your opps be rich
Iced Up Records
I ride Davins, I ride Chaunceys, I ride Forgios, hmm
680 Maybach black and white, it look like Oreos, huh
I like poppin' Percs in mud, that's why we pourin' fours
Hit the show with pole all by myself with all my jewelry on
I ride the Ghost when I be high 'cause it got captain seats
Re-up'd the bag on Sunday night, I'm tryna trap this weed, huh
Bust it down, we in the city, and send it back OT
Big Glock hit him in his face, we tryna tap his cheek
Count three million up in cash like where my hands go?
We cooked the ice up in the lab, I felt like Bando
Spin the block, hop out on feet like what you ran for?
Good dog, yeah, you know it's him because it's tan dope
I like hundreds, I like fifties, yeah, that's blue and pinks
Got three Cubans around my neck, it cost me two a piece, haha
Gave lil' cuz a rack to hit him, he gon' shoot for cheap
White diamonds solitaire, my stones look like my jewelry bleached
Don't listen to that shit, they cappin'
Bitch, I was trappin' before I was rappin'
Purple diamonds with pink emeralds look like Actavis and salmon
Left the plug and went right back just 'cause the packages be slappin'
I got Tracky on six Davins, hit your hat for a lil' balance, hmm
Bitch, I'm talkin' munyun
High as fuck, I smoke on shift 'til I got one lung, huh
I be comfy in my hood, that's what I come from
You on the road for months, ain't made no pape'? Them niggas dumb-dumbs
