Go Dumb

Unh
Lil nigga on top like a mufuckin' addict
And I just put ice on my Patek
You know I been stackin'
Unh, unh
L462 Gang (Gang)
Unh

Lil nigga on top like a mufuckin' addict
And I just put ice on my Patek
You know I been stackin'
24 funk cause these shits'll get tragic
I named my Glock magic
Cause it'll make you vanish
I'm all bout my pesos, I'm Spanish
This tec'll do damage
So get out the way, I go savage
This chop like a camera cause this bitch a cannon
And it ain't Carmax so just watch where you standin'
Plotin' like Lester but you know I seen that shit comin'
Huh, hollup wait
Friday night lights with the way we got them guards drummin'
Huh, hollup wait
Money on money, you know I got my niggas thumbin'
Huh, hollup wait
Remember they hated but every time I dropped some music

Them niggas, they bump it, now

These niggas, they broke as a bitch
Tryna be but a bitch
Nigga you and yo mama's a bitch
Hoe bout my commas
Lil nigga been up on my commas
You went to the drama and shit
Niggas been sleepin' but they tryna take off pajamas
Cause they see I'm poppin' lil' bitch

My niggas like kitchen workers
Cause my niggas like sweepin' and moppin' and wettin' up strips

You know I got bands on me
And I walked in this bitch with a couple of fans on me
And I'm hot like some pans on me
And I trap out where ever so know I got grams on me
And a thot with her hands on me

Cause she see I got money, got rubbin' her pants on me
And them hollows gon' hit 'em from front and back
Makin' sandwich and hands but the jam on me

Creep down his block and my niggas gon' spin it, spin it, spin it, spin it again
When I lose cool my momma always try fixing me up
And then drillin' me in
Ever go broke then it's back to the trenches
Then try use that 40 start killin' again
Took a few losses but you know I'm back on my feet
Had to get to that Spanish again
We runnin' his pockets like pat-down
Got this 40 won't rush so no smackdown
I got money so niggas can't laugh now
I ain't remember I used to be assed out

I'm smokin' on pressure I'm gassed out
Remember I started rappin' was trashed out
Now I know I'm a dog with the pack now
You niggas is pussy like cats now

You know I got bands on me
And I walked in this bitch with a couple of fans on me
And I'm hot like some pans on me
And I trap out where ever so know I got grams on me
And a thot with her hands on me
Cause she see I got money, got rubbin' her pants on me
And them hollows gon' hit 'em from front and back
Makin' sandwich and hands but the jam on me



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Tyler Musto, Blaise Hillock Katterjohn Railey, Ari Starace, Charlton Kenneth Jeffrey Howard, Hayden Inacio, Mike Skwark
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