Dummy
I cut that hoe off, she was acting funny
I pour a 4 up, turn to a dummy
Wake up I'm headed straight to the money
I lay the pipe on her like a plumber
All these sticks on me ima drummer
I get a bad bitch, it ain't nothing
I got a black bitch and a bunny
I can't even kick it with you, I'm just punting.
Get the head, then I get out my way
Fuck the feds, why I stay out the way
Road Running tryna get to these plays
We outside, why they don't wanna play
Hell is empty, all the demons on Earth
Tell you they love you then make your ass hurt
Young nigga got it straight out the dirt
Grandma saying that the demon at work
Same time, started serving that work
Bad bitches be the ones that ain't certain
Don't fuck with clowns B, man this shit ain't no circus
Stuff the wood, now it look like a turkey
And I ain't even tryna say that I'm perfect
But since when niggas rocking these purses
I was in class rolling off the perky
Fuck round and pass out, vision blurry
Stop asking me bout my ex, I ain't worried bout what they doing
Just because blood make us related, that don't mean I relate to you
Stop asking me bout my ex, I ain't worried bout what they doing
Just because blood make us related, that don't mean I relate to you
I cut that hoe off, she was acting funny
I pour a 4 up, turn to a dummy
Wake up I'm headed straight to the money
I lay the pipe on her like a plumber
All these sticks on me ima drummer
I get a bad bitch, it ain't nothing
I got a black bitch and a bunny
I can't even kick it with you, I'm just punting.
I pour a 4 up, turn to a dummy
Wake up I'm headed straight to the money
I lay the pipe on her like a plumber
All these sticks on me ima drummer
I get a bad bitch, it ain't nothing
I got a black bitch and a bunny
I can't even kick it with you, I'm just punting.
Get the head, then I get out my way
Fuck the feds, why I stay out the way
Road Running tryna get to these plays
We outside, why they don't wanna play
Hell is empty, all the demons on Earth
Tell you they love you then make your ass hurt
Young nigga got it straight out the dirt
Grandma saying that the demon at work
Same time, started serving that work
Bad bitches be the ones that ain't certain
Don't fuck with clowns B, man this shit ain't no circus
Stuff the wood, now it look like a turkey
And I ain't even tryna say that I'm perfect
But since when niggas rocking these purses
I was in class rolling off the perky
Fuck round and pass out, vision blurry
Stop asking me bout my ex, I ain't worried bout what they doing
Just because blood make us related, that don't mean I relate to you
Stop asking me bout my ex, I ain't worried bout what they doing
Just because blood make us related, that don't mean I relate to you
I cut that hoe off, she was acting funny
I pour a 4 up, turn to a dummy
Wake up I'm headed straight to the money
I lay the pipe on her like a plumber
All these sticks on me ima drummer
I get a bad bitch, it ain't nothing
I got a black bitch and a bunny
I can't even kick it with you, I'm just punting.
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Writer(s): Christion Greene
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