Go Dumb
I might do you wrong
I'm so selfish
But I just can't help it (Help)
Go dumb on a
You want to hear me go dumb onna beat?
A hundred K don't excite me
Just incase you wanna sign me
I got her shaking it politely
I'm in love with ya Psyche
For me stay with you is unlikely
Cause I might do you wrong
Even tho it's not like me
Never met a body like me
And she so fragile
got my hands on her lightly
I fell in love with ya best friend best friend
Now I'm trynna make her my wifey
Christian Loubiton Spikey, spicy
She grippin it tightly
The baddest thing she might be
What we wearing always pricey
She going dumb for the breesh
I'm in the booth dumb on the beat
I'm with big bro and we on a hunt for the breesh
we don't got no enemies
She don't want to see me stressing
see me scrunching my teeth
They got me performing I'm drunk
Now everybody sing along to beat
Sing along to the beat
I know she a baddie
Wait
But she belong to the streets
Like why do all these bad bitches got to be treeshed
Turn around one more time
I'm like see you felice
I know you know what I mean
And she like kapeesh
You could ride the wave
Why ya bitch keep riding my meat
No bread why you worried bout buying a piece
Don't dread got ya back whenever you week
I'm feeling good with my bread for the week
No head why you still in my sheets
I never bring her to the place that I sleep
I never let a treesh
In the middle of breesh
I make her eat it up
Bon appetite
It get hard to breath
It get hard to sleep
Why you looking at me like that
You make it hard to leave
All I wanted was some honesty, honestly
I just can't help it
Only helping myself I'm selfish
I cant name a thing I need help with
Every problem round me get dealt with
Cause you the one I see myself with
These diamonds dancing like Elvis
Got on CD for the belt bitch (Christian Dior)
Why you trynna run from me
Fuck with me now you under me, underneath
I thought she was real but if it's foreal
Why would I question if she would ever dump for me
Inside of this whip yellow
Like a bumblebee
What's I'm sippin way too bubbly
I'm so selfish
But I just can't help it (Help)
Go dumb on a
You want to hear me go dumb onna beat?
A hundred K don't excite me
Just incase you wanna sign me
I got her shaking it politely
I'm in love with ya Psyche
For me stay with you is unlikely
Cause I might do you wrong
Even tho it's not like me
Never met a body like me
And she so fragile
got my hands on her lightly
I fell in love with ya best friend best friend
Now I'm trynna make her my wifey
Christian Loubiton Spikey, spicy
She grippin it tightly
The baddest thing she might be
What we wearing always pricey
She going dumb for the breesh
I'm in the booth dumb on the beat
I'm with big bro and we on a hunt for the breesh
we don't got no enemies
She don't want to see me stressing
see me scrunching my teeth
They got me performing I'm drunk
Now everybody sing along to beat
Sing along to the beat
I know she a baddie
Wait
But she belong to the streets
Like why do all these bad bitches got to be treeshed
Turn around one more time
I'm like see you felice
I know you know what I mean
And she like kapeesh
You could ride the wave
Why ya bitch keep riding my meat
No bread why you worried bout buying a piece
Don't dread got ya back whenever you week
I'm feeling good with my bread for the week
No head why you still in my sheets
I never bring her to the place that I sleep
I never let a treesh
In the middle of breesh
I make her eat it up
Bon appetite
It get hard to breath
It get hard to sleep
Why you looking at me like that
You make it hard to leave
All I wanted was some honesty, honestly
I just can't help it
Only helping myself I'm selfish
I cant name a thing I need help with
Every problem round me get dealt with
Cause you the one I see myself with
These diamonds dancing like Elvis
Got on CD for the belt bitch (Christian Dior)
Why you trynna run from me
Fuck with me now you under me, underneath
I thought she was real but if it's foreal
Why would I question if she would ever dump for me
Inside of this whip yellow
Like a bumblebee
What's I'm sippin way too bubbly
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Writer(s): Justin Mocadam
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