"Dumb N Dumber Flo" lyrics

(My nigga, Lee, I think we got another one)
Bitch, mmh
Huh, mix the ah with the yeah with the ooh, nigga, okay
Bro ain't have no dope, so how the fuck he catch a dope case?
I'm downtown Nashville lookin' for a snowflake
The diamonds in his penny kinda real, but the rope fake
I just did a drill in a Honda, it's a '08
I just made a play for seven thousand at the 4-way, hm
They kicked him off the game, he don't get no play, hm
He flexin' with the watch, but that bitch so fake
I wouldn't even let my kids wear that shit

My brother Trey got a free body, check the evidence
Rio buyin' all the paints and won't sell a bit, hm
Nina speak when I tell her she intelligent
Brodie washed the fuck out, I got a better mix
Mix the Act, Tris, and Quae, it's a better mix
Bro six-hundred, he in all them necklaces
I'm tryna fuck her sus, who Alexis'
Two-hundred bucks on my neck and wrists
Who got some Act' pints? We collectin' it
I'm just tryna fuck, bae, I can't be affectionate
You got a gaffle for your brother, then I'm fetchin' it
Speedin' in a new Charger, it's electric
Fuck Netflix, she in the back doin' neck tricks

Mm, I'm finna OD off the drank, this a death wish
PLR-16, this a Caltech
She don't speak English, but I'm tryna fuck the NailTech
This a smell check, he's fail-sakes
Her pussy one shit, but it smell fresh
I bought the bitch a one-in-one Chanel vest
Nah, huh
Fucked the bitch, then left, she start whinin' like a Hellcat
I made a million dollars, that's a real fact
I made two million dollars, then I set back
She been suckin' dick so long, she want her neck back
I know she got some good cash, she got her dick back
The way she suck the dick, she like a wet vac'

I just bought ten bricks from a wetback, that's a Mexican
Every time I buy the drink from my granddad, he lecture me
Nigga, I been drinkin' Activis' since seventeen
I'm talkin' thirteen years ago, not twenty-seventeen
That's when Kaz was born
That Henny was some big shit, he got a half an arm
You know who I'm talkin' 'bout
The bitch pussy was so good, I had to walk her out
The drank man bullshit, and I'm finna stalk him out
The bitch think I'm comin', finna stall her out
Soon as I bust my nut, then I'm walkin' out

Two hundred on the chain
I'm finna give these dirty motherfuckers somethin' to talk about
If the bitch pussy bad, I'ma call her out
The drank man say the trick's gone, we bought 'em out
I was sittin' on the bench, I'm a baller now
If my brother sell all the drank, that's what we fallin' out about
We ain't never fallin' out 'bout no dusty hoe
Outfit, ten racks, I'm kinda musty though
The bottom of her feet black, I wouldn't touch the hoe
Why me and Deja get into it? I don't fuckin' know
This shit got on my nerves, I'm finna fuckin' go
What you got a attitude, what you cussin' for?

The bitch poured up, I made her touch the floor
She wanted fake sell dope, I made her bust a hoe
We blew that shit up, made 'em tuck and roll
This shit I'm toting on'll make a bus explode
I had to hit Mike shit 'cause my cup was gone
I'm tryna fire up some wham, but the blunt was gone
I woke up lookin' for Bud, like, "Where my cousin go?"
Like, "Where my cuz at? Where the drugs at?
Where's some love at? Yeah, where my hug at?
Bitch, where my hug at? Yeah"
Like, why the fuck you get done takin' a bath in the tub black?

Damn, where my gun at?
I need some lo'
Where my ones at? Where my forces at?
We be really shit—"Where my forces at?"
Nigga, we be shit talkin', not important rap
This not hip-hop
I said, "Thirty-two hunnid for some flip-flops"
You made a hunnid racks and then you flip-flop
Hmm, after you suck my dick you can kick—ayy
After she suck the dick you can kick rocks
Bitch, kick rocks

Anyway, I already met you at a pit stop
You a prostitute
Hmm, bitch think she the one, but that's not the truth
Bitch think she the one, she not the two
She not the three, she not the four
Hmm, she not a whore
That nigga was hot, but he not no more
Damn
He ain't know what he doin' with the strap and he shot the floor
He fell on the ground and I shot the floor
Damn, mm-hmm, now pop the floor, alright

My pot was more, your pot was less
Mike said his pot was four
Four months, bro, we got a tour
We got some new pussy I wanna explore
Huh, brodie like, "Mike, I don't wanna get shot no more"
Ah, ha-ha
That nigga said he don't wanna have opps no more
He shot so many times he won't drop no more
That nigga got shot, he gettin' popped some more (okay)