R U Dumb
Hit me on my line say you done with me
Your best friend wants to have fun with me
Tell your new nigga I got that thun with me
All my niggas got bands and bust that drum with me
Hold up, R U Dumb
Got to hold this L if you ain't the one
My whole gang strapped in Miami
And we don't give no fucks R U Dumb
Dropping single after single I should call this shit a double
Every woman think I'm cupid but you know I do not shuffle
Stacking up my chips I can see da feathers Ruffle
Women dance for me in threes but my name ain't Russell
I seen hawks moving before I started talking
Set my uncle up, that's a dead man walking
Sherriff hit the line and said please let him go
That's a DEA agent, boy your covers blown
But it wasn't in vain, my blood is carrying hustle
My daddy passed down the hustle who you think taught my uncles
I legitimized this shit and made it pop
Who thought we would see the day when Rap became Pop
I rock McCartney like I'm playing in the Beatles
She love you but let me hit so how the fuck we equals
From me to you, you better take her to the cathedral
You ain't never going to find another one who eat it how she eat it
Yellow Submarine, yeah she popped one
Got in her feels then she told me I am not the one
She fell back but I ain't drop one tear for her
Listened to my shit and said baby boy, You Got One
Bitch, I know
Hold up, R U Dumb
Got to hold this L if you ain't the one
My whole gang strapped in Miami
And we don't give no fucks R U Dumb
Hold up Zak, is they dumb
Put him in Olympics because that boy we made him run
Go buy another bitch because my last one said she done
And we turned up all night until we see the fucking sun
Damn, Hold on
Shaq, is you dumb
Riding with them Glocks and them 40's and them drums
Say they want some smoke, we going to burn it in our lungs
Shot him in the chest made his fucking heart pump
Haha! Baby you too regular, can't fit in my schedule
Looking for your best friend, yeah I just been texting her
Stretching her, flexing her, water slide been wetting her
I don't chase the hoes because why, I be catching them
Hit me on my line say you done with me
Your best friend wants to have fun with me
Tell your new nigga I got that thun with me
All my niggas got bands and bust that drum with me
Hold up, R U Dumb
Got to hold this L if you ain't the one
My whole gang strapped in Miami
And we don't give no fucks R U Dumb
Your best friend wants to have fun with me
Tell your new nigga I got that thun with me
All my niggas got bands and bust that drum with me
Hold up, R U Dumb
Got to hold this L if you ain't the one
My whole gang strapped in Miami
And we don't give no fucks R U Dumb
Dropping single after single I should call this shit a double
Every woman think I'm cupid but you know I do not shuffle
Stacking up my chips I can see da feathers Ruffle
Women dance for me in threes but my name ain't Russell
I seen hawks moving before I started talking
Set my uncle up, that's a dead man walking
Sherriff hit the line and said please let him go
That's a DEA agent, boy your covers blown
But it wasn't in vain, my blood is carrying hustle
My daddy passed down the hustle who you think taught my uncles
I legitimized this shit and made it pop
Who thought we would see the day when Rap became Pop
I rock McCartney like I'm playing in the Beatles
She love you but let me hit so how the fuck we equals
From me to you, you better take her to the cathedral
You ain't never going to find another one who eat it how she eat it
Yellow Submarine, yeah she popped one
Got in her feels then she told me I am not the one
She fell back but I ain't drop one tear for her
Listened to my shit and said baby boy, You Got One
Bitch, I know
Hold up, R U Dumb
Got to hold this L if you ain't the one
My whole gang strapped in Miami
And we don't give no fucks R U Dumb
Hold up Zak, is they dumb
Put him in Olympics because that boy we made him run
Go buy another bitch because my last one said she done
And we turned up all night until we see the fucking sun
Damn, Hold on
Shaq, is you dumb
Riding with them Glocks and them 40's and them drums
Say they want some smoke, we going to burn it in our lungs
Shot him in the chest made his fucking heart pump
Haha! Baby you too regular, can't fit in my schedule
Looking for your best friend, yeah I just been texting her
Stretching her, flexing her, water slide been wetting her
I don't chase the hoes because why, I be catching them
Hit me on my line say you done with me
Your best friend wants to have fun with me
Tell your new nigga I got that thun with me
All my niggas got bands and bust that drum with me
Hold up, R U Dumb
Got to hold this L if you ain't the one
My whole gang strapped in Miami
And we don't give no fucks R U Dumb
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Writer(s): Shaquille Jefferson, Leven Hendrix
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