Goin' Dummy (feat. Obarz)

Ridin through the streets, I feel at home now
Off that energy I'm in my zone now
Bouncin trap to trap its for the low now
And I'll put that on my back, it's for my home town

Blow some
Blow some of this money
Go dumb
Go dumb I'm going dummy
Blow some
Blow some of this money
Go dumb
Oh Lord I'm going dummy
Blow some
Blow some of this money
Go dumb
Go dumb I'm going dummy
Blow some
Blow some of this money
Go dumb
Oh Lord I'm going dummy

Oh Lord I'm goin dumb
Oh Lord
Oh Lord I'm goin dumb
Oh Lord
Stacking all this bread I'm bout to show out
Stealing all the light I want the show now
Do it for the love they do it for clout
I just stay quite smokin on loud
Throw some
I don't throw my money
Go dumb
Stackin on my 100's
We flippin the work & we go
Keeping this shit on the low
Yeah wait
Money knocks on the door
Any thing for the dough
Yeah wait
I just stepped on the scene
Alexander Mcqueens
Yeah wait
Turn this on fire
I just add gasoline
I break the rules and then I act like I don't know
I'm realizing everything but acting slow
I had to get away from people I had to grow
I had to stack up all this money
I'm bout to

Blow some
Blow some of this money
Go dumb
Go dumb I'm going dummy
Blow some
Blow some of this money
Go dumb
Oh Lord I'm going dummy
Blow some
Blow some of this money
Go dumb
Go dumb I'm going dummy
Blow some
Blow some of this money
Go dumb
Oh Lord I'm going dummy

I just be feelin alive
Look at my eyes
I just be hella fried
We stackin and workin our dreams
Servin em feens
Get it by any means
Yeah I was born in the east
But lookin at me
You could tell that I'm killa queens
You could tell by the way she was lookin at me
That shawty really was feelin me
All in the party
Body to body, off of that molly
Shawty a hotty
I hop in the Rari smoking that Goti
Please do not try me
Shit could get rowdy get em from round me
Call on my hittas they pull up with smoke
And you know they letting it go
Got a little change never changed up
Got my game up
Spit a little flame now I got my range up
Got my aim up
Got my range up
No stranger
To danger
Can't play us
We playas
You can't tell me nothing
Diamonds got me stunting
Bass is always bumping
Smoking on that substance
Can't break us you aiint make us
We all real no fakers
No Fakers
We ball out like lakers
KOBE
We pop tags getting pay stubs
You know we had to

Blow some
Blow some of this money
Go dumb
Go dumb I'm going dummy
Blow some
Blow some of this money
Go dumb
Oh Lord I'm going dummy
Blow some
Blow some of this money
Go dumb
Go dumb I'm going dummy
Blow some
Blow some of this money
Go dumb
Oh Lord I'm going dummy



Credits
Writer(s): Sylva Ahmed
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