Dumb it Down Freestyle
Ha-ha-ha, ayy, DANTE?
How we smoke that whole shit, youngin'?
How we smoke all that?
How we drank all this?
How the fuck? Ha-ha
Good gas
1:00 AM in the booth and I'm comin' down
If yo' bitch mad, don't worry, foo', I'll fuck it out
AHM, what's the move? They got a hunnid rounds
Talkin' all tough on the net, in person; don't start runnin' now
At the function all night, they don't shut it down
My kush; I'm never runnin' out, I turn you into nothin' now
These youngin's gonna hunt you down, lil' bitch, you better cut it out
Bad lil' bitch givin' me Harvard, do I gotta dumb it down?
If I see it, then I buy it, no, bitch, I'm comin' out
I really think it's funny how you think they ain't gon' gun you down
She talkin', talkin', I stay silent, like, what you on about?
If she don't quit it with the yappin', put it in her fuckin' mouth
She sayin' that she love it and she finna get to suckin' now
Tequila in my piss, I done seen it 'fore I flushed it out
When I say it's on sight, then you really get to buggin' now
I'm killin' shit, go crazy, yeah, foo', I feel like the youngin' now
"I'm a freak," tellin', "yo' face is my seat now"
All hands, no choppa, youngin', I'm still gon' make you bleed out
She fuckin' for free now and yo' bitch, yeah, I got her tweaked out
Don't know what sober is, high every day of the week now
Thick bitch, yeah, let me feel on thy body
Nah, bitch, nevermind, you got like nine bodies
If you hear this, sorry, bitch, I'm high outta my body
Quit tryna play me, no, I don't got no fuckin' time, shawty
And don't be runnin' back when I get a hunnid racks
Is you even listenin'? Wait, uh, run it back
And don't be runnin' back when I get a hunnid bands
Don't be tryin' all that cute shit, bitch, I'm not yo' mans
D-D-DANTE? on the beat, you know I had to kill it
Boof pack, what the fuck? Yeah, they had to seal it
I got blood on my fuckin' hands, I ain't have to spill it
I ain't never fakin', bitch, uh, I'm the realest
1:00 AM in the booth and I'm comin' down
If yo' bitch mad, don't worry, foo', I'll fuck it out
AHM, what's the move? They got a hunnid rounds
Talkin' all tough on the net, in person; don't start runnin' now
At the function all night, they don't shut it down
My kush; I'm never runnin' out, I turn you into nothin' now
These youngin's gonna hunt you down, lil' bitch, you better cut it out
Bad lil' bitch givin' me Harvard, do I gotta dumb it down?
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (DANTE? on the beat, ho)
How we smoke that whole shit, youngin'?
How we smoke all that?
How we drank all this?
How the fuck? Ha-ha
Good gas
1:00 AM in the booth and I'm comin' down
If yo' bitch mad, don't worry, foo', I'll fuck it out
AHM, what's the move? They got a hunnid rounds
Talkin' all tough on the net, in person; don't start runnin' now
At the function all night, they don't shut it down
My kush; I'm never runnin' out, I turn you into nothin' now
These youngin's gonna hunt you down, lil' bitch, you better cut it out
Bad lil' bitch givin' me Harvard, do I gotta dumb it down?
If I see it, then I buy it, no, bitch, I'm comin' out
I really think it's funny how you think they ain't gon' gun you down
She talkin', talkin', I stay silent, like, what you on about?
If she don't quit it with the yappin', put it in her fuckin' mouth
She sayin' that she love it and she finna get to suckin' now
Tequila in my piss, I done seen it 'fore I flushed it out
When I say it's on sight, then you really get to buggin' now
I'm killin' shit, go crazy, yeah, foo', I feel like the youngin' now
"I'm a freak," tellin', "yo' face is my seat now"
All hands, no choppa, youngin', I'm still gon' make you bleed out
She fuckin' for free now and yo' bitch, yeah, I got her tweaked out
Don't know what sober is, high every day of the week now
Thick bitch, yeah, let me feel on thy body
Nah, bitch, nevermind, you got like nine bodies
If you hear this, sorry, bitch, I'm high outta my body
Quit tryna play me, no, I don't got no fuckin' time, shawty
And don't be runnin' back when I get a hunnid racks
Is you even listenin'? Wait, uh, run it back
And don't be runnin' back when I get a hunnid bands
Don't be tryin' all that cute shit, bitch, I'm not yo' mans
D-D-DANTE? on the beat, you know I had to kill it
Boof pack, what the fuck? Yeah, they had to seal it
I got blood on my fuckin' hands, I ain't have to spill it
I ain't never fakin', bitch, uh, I'm the realest
1:00 AM in the booth and I'm comin' down
If yo' bitch mad, don't worry, foo', I'll fuck it out
AHM, what's the move? They got a hunnid rounds
Talkin' all tough on the net, in person; don't start runnin' now
At the function all night, they don't shut it down
My kush; I'm never runnin' out, I turn you into nothin' now
These youngin's gonna hunt you down, lil' bitch, you better cut it out
Bad lil' bitch givin' me Harvard, do I gotta dumb it down?
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (DANTE? on the beat, ho)
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