Dummy

I be running
They be coming
I be buzzing, took a dozen

Blood be rushing
Legs are pumping
If I stop a cop will run me

Fuck I'm dummy
Off tha druggies
Boy I'm slummy
Got no money

What the fuck you want from me, I got nothing

I'm in a rut, stuck
Don' tell me to stand up

I crack the whip cuh
Bitch you know I'm bad luck

I catch a quick buck
Flip it roll a thick dutch

Highest mother fucker in the room
Shit I fucked up

Yes I'm tripping
Shut the fuck up I can't listen
Got enough from all these visions
You ain't hearing what I'm screaming right?

When I'm sober
I got thoughts that got me picking
All these of fucking ways of killing
So I numb it with the white wine

Bitch it's mobby season
I change any weather right to frozen icy demon
I got this pineapple Fanta to pour this pint of lean in
This shit it got me beaming I can see you're with the treason
Send the trauma straight into your case

You got big guns like a pistol
We tote big blades like a skyskrape
Smoking jet fuel from a new haul
On a light year on this buzz rate

Pussy shake my other hand and I got bullets for him
We got that kill it's on demand
Don't make me do it to them
Pussy boy

Hundred blades what I crave
Look at me now
Bitch we voided send the wave
Look at me now

Hollow nigga no remains
Look at me now
Cause only seeing ain't believing shit
Open up the fucking pit

I be running
They be coming
I be buzzing, took a dozen

Blood be rushing
Legs are pumping
If I stop a cop will run me

Fuck I'm dummy
Off tha druggies
Boy I'm slummy
Got no money

What the fuck you want from me, I got nothing

I'm in a rut, stuck
Don' tell me to stand up

I crack the whip cuh
Bitch you know I'm bad luck

I catch a quick buck
Flip it roll a thick dutch

Highest mother fucker in the room
Shit I fucked up



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Writer(s): Anthony Brach
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